Darkness surrounded me, only torchlight and runway lamps provided illumination in this black space. Silence was broken. Rustling of papers and other men groaning as they reawaken to drag their boots across a metallic edge into the titanium shell. The group around me was once two hundred and fifty is now just ten, maybe less. The pitch black didn't help when trying to identify how many of us were left.
Wincing I'm met with a white light in my face. Held by a figure my mind can't make out. I only hear few words from him and he moves beyond me. "Right, get in." Following the crowd I arrive at the hatch of this great shell. Clambering in, I stumble around around trying to find a seat. Lacking success I perch on a bench and lean back. Met by a frozen metal, my body lunges forward. Again I try to settle. This time slowly as to adjust to the unnatural surroundings.
All I can do now is sit and wait until we take off.
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Myths of Survival
Historical FictionIn the midst of war one man is faced with a journey to unknown lands to for fill a mission he has no details or reasoning for. All he can do is hope all goes well and he is home soon, but things are never as simple as that. (Written as part of a E...
