Inspiration: Last night's nightmare
Date written: 28th May 2011
Explosions. Detonations. Nuclear.
Every minute the earth shook and the sands on the ground bounced high up in the sky due to the violent release of energy caused by the chemical toys.
Shawn got in the ground, his cheek and stomach touching the earth every time he heard the word "GRENADE!!!" being yelled by his fellow military unit to take cover. After the deafening explosion his ears have gotten used to, the young man nimbly got up on his feet and continued on his way to the enemy fort.
An M-1 rifle loyally clutched inside his vice-like grip as he moved in with utmost stealth. Actually, he got shot a lot of times already, but somehow, he always turns out okay after a night of sleep. It's almost like Shawn possesses regenerating ability. Almost. Shawn merely sees it as 'awesome latest state-of-the-art meds' that helped him.