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Alejandra ripped the gas mask from her face, gasping for fresh air, and it hurt to breath, it hurt the gas on her lungs and the hot acid sensation in her nostrils. But it was worth it, she thought. A mighty thunderous sound exploded near by and she closed her eyes, trying in vain to cover her ears from the overwhelmig screams and pleading. The shots, the bombing.
Everywhere were only darkness, and the explosion lights were immediately engulfed by it.
-¡Alejandra!
She tried to stay calm, tried to remember where she was.
-¡Alejandra, run! -someone nearby yelled in fright, pushing her insistently forward.
Alejandra turned to saw someone of her unit, still with the gas mask on her face, still with a weapon on her hands.
Alejandra nodded and started moving toward one of the few constant and morbid lights.
-We ought to get there -yelled the woman on her back-, it's the last truck! they have given retreat order!
Alejandra nodded again, sure her comrade have not seen her.
It was almost possible to see now that there was certain orden in the chaos and panic, a group of men and women, all aiming for that last truck. Probably shouting for it to wait.
-We can't leave! -shouted Alejandra to no one, stopping, crying out loud without even realizing it-. We can't leave yet! We-we must... -the girl behind her passed her by without looking back, shouting something like "crazyness".
But she knew, even as another bomb exploded nearby and the force almost took her down, she knew she could not leave.
Her family, her friends, her child, all of them were back home, thirsty, trying to survive, praying for her (she just knew that, she could -feel- it in her very core). She ought to get something back. Some water that would buy them time. Enough time to seek more, and then more, and then more... and then die.
Just water.
Alejandra whipped her tears away, crunching her teeths with fear and resolution. She could see away, far away in the enemies lands, the few and almost dry water containers they were protecting with their own blood.
The last truck of her unit was almost out of sight now. And with heavy steps, she wasn't aiming in that direction.
Everywhere were only darkness, and the explosion lights were immediately engulfed by it.
-¡Alejandra!
She tried to stay calm, tried to remember where she was.
-¡Alejandra, run! -someone nearby yelled in fright, pushing her insistently forward.
Alejandra turned to saw someone of her unit, still with the gas mask on her face, still with a weapon on her hands.
Alejandra nodded and started moving toward one of the few constant and morbid lights.
-We ought to get there -yelled the woman on her back-, it's the last truck! they have given retreat order!
Alejandra nodded again, sure her comrade have not seen her.
It was almost possible to see now that there was certain orden in the chaos and panic, a group of men and women, all aiming for that last truck. Probably shouting for it to wait.
-We can't leave! -shouted Alejandra to no one, stopping, crying out loud without even realizing it-. We can't leave yet! We-we must... -the girl behind her passed her by without looking back, shouting something like "crazyness".
But she knew, even as another bomb exploded nearby and the force almost took her down, she knew she could not leave.
Her family, her friends, her child, all of them were back home, thirsty, trying to survive, praying for her (she just knew that, she could -feel- it in her very core). She ought to get something back. Some water that would buy them time. Enough time to seek more, and then more, and then more... and then die.
Just water.
Alejandra whipped her tears away, crunching her teeths with fear and resolution. She could see away, far away in the enemies lands, the few and almost dry water containers they were protecting with their own blood.
The last truck of her unit was almost out of sight now. And with heavy steps, she wasn't aiming in that direction.
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~Marianne-Blacklands
Original Fiction Short Story
Name: The last drop
Status: One shot
Rating: PG
Summary: Alejandra finds herself in the middle of war, where the aim is to stay alive, and get something vital back home: water.
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~Marianne-Blacklands
Original Fiction Short Story
Name: The last drop
Status: One shot
Rating: PG
Summary: Alejandra finds herself in the middle of war, where the aim is to stay alive, and get something vital back home: water.
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