The day had been like all the others, peaceful. The kids were playing their usual game of kickball and there I was, playing alongside them. There was beauty on the horizon, our horizon.
But that horizon didn't last.
Before we could tell what was happening, a militia of girls had manifested, armed with guns of water.
War cries rang out. We were all in shock.
Those smart enough to escape went ahead and did so, but not all of us were so lucky.
I and another soldier by the name of Joe Derbs had been hit, yet fortunately, we survived.
We waited it out. The battle was seemingly over, so we thought we could resume our game...
We thought wrong.
A second wave approached us swiftly, but this time, I knew a way out.
Me and Derbs ducked under a fence that had only just recently boxed us in. We let a fellow wounded slip under as well, his name was Josiah.
Me and the other two had ran from the chaos. We all split up. I find myself still breathing, but I don't know if the others happened upon the same luck that I did.
I return to the scene of the battle, searching for my backpack which I fear has been lost in the sea of chaos.
The place is in ruins but I find my backpack which had carried my lunch time after time. I was starving...
Then I ate my sandwich.