Year Seven English Before there were stars by Declan
It was a dark, gloomy, misty winter ’ s night. The only noise was the long, dead grass waving in the cold wind like a drowning man saying goodbye before his last breath, that and the screams of the innocent humans being slaughtered in the distance. He staggered through the deep, muddy fields, trying to avoid the bodies of those who had been killed in the battle that had been raging. As he was walking back to his small town, all he could hear was the screams of the innocent. All he could think about was not getting captured and getting killed by his evil, vicious enemies while trying to escape from that frightful, horrendous place. Boom! A terrible noise struck him down and he fell to the ground suddenly: a searing pain shot through his body and his arms and legs went numb as if he had ingested some kind of drug. His head slammed against the wet, sloppy earth, drowning in a deep puddle. He fell unconscious. The next time he woke up he was in a bed with a healer standing over him. His vision was blurry adjusting to the light. It took him a while to realize what was going on and where he was. The healer told him the most devastating news. His leg had been badly shattered in some kind of explosion. Weeks passed by sitting alone in his uncomfortable, flea
infected hospital bed with no one around to keep him company. All he could do was pray for the war to end so everything could go back to normal and he could live the rest of his life in peace. Weeks passed by. The makeshift hospital had been abandoned in case the enemy attacked again and he had been left alone to fend for himself, since he was too sick to be moved. He was recovering slowly from his devastating injury. Then one overcast, sombre night, it all went silent. It had seemed like every living person in the world had magically disappeared. It was as quiet as an abandoned house that was infested with ghosts, the only noise that could be heard was the rain spattering over the fetid corpses on the battle field. He was confused, he tried to get up once, but he couldn ’ t move. He tried again, but nothing happened. Then a miracle; he rose to his feet. He couldn ’ t believe what was happening. He tried walking. He could do it! He got the courage to go outside. As he poked his head around the corner, he had instant flashbacks from when he was fighting in the horrendous conflict. He almost passed out, but luckily, he caught himself and then started hobbling again. He staggered around everywhere looking for anyone that had survived, but he didn ’ t find anyone. He was all alone to fend for himself in the deathly quiet, harsh world.
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