Eternal
You tell you subordinate to fuck off and state that you’re not going to run away and cower in some tent. You’re going to observe and give assistance when necessary like a general should. He pleads with you once more, but you merely tell him that if he doesn’t get out of your face you’re going to kill him yourself.
No sooner have you said that, a nearby explosion knocks you off your horse, which ends up falling on top of you as well. You feel a sharp numbness in your right leg, which is under the horse.
You look over at the major who was speaking to you and half of his face has been blown off. You can’t hear a thing as the explosion has made you completely deaf though your hearing wasn’t the greatest with only one ear and all.
Using all your strength you pull yourself out from underneath your horse, which is quite dead. A couple of your other officers see you and come to help pull you out and you see that your leg is broken to the point where the bone is coming through the skin. One of your lieutenants goes to stop the bleeding and she’s obviously yelling at others to get help, but you still can’t hear a thing.
You can make out her saying something to you, probably that she’s going to put the bone back in place. You just nod quickly and shout at her to do it. She does and it’s one of the most excruciating things you’ve felt in a long time and you’ve had more than your share of wounds. It’s only through your own will power that you don’t scream out.
While the lieutenant wraps up your leg with a splint, two others come with a stretcher. You don’t want to be helped up, but you are any way. “Standing up” straight you decline being put on the stretcher and insist that you’ll hop to the nearest horse if you have to. The female lieutenant says something to you while she continues to help prop you up, but you’re still deaf and can’t hear anything she’s saying. You can only guess it’s something about doing it for your own good.
You aren’t going to be told what to do and you push her away, only to fall down. You curse and yell at your weakness and begin to crawl away. You can only assume the rest of your staff is yelling at you back, but you can’t see their faces, your eyes are staring at dirt right now.
You crawl for a moment and that’s when you start to hear something again.
“Gen……..mu….now! C… on!”
You feel several hands turn you around and your staff is intent on forcibly putting you on the stretcher. You don’t bother struggling because that’s when through your damaged hearing that you hear a distinct whistling sound.
“Brenda, I...” You say before the explosive cannon ball wipes you all out.
No sooner have you said that, a nearby explosion knocks you off your horse, which ends up falling on top of you as well. You feel a sharp numbness in your right leg, which is under the horse.
You look over at the major who was speaking to you and half of his face has been blown off. You can’t hear a thing as the explosion has made you completely deaf though your hearing wasn’t the greatest with only one ear and all.
Using all your strength you pull yourself out from underneath your horse, which is quite dead. A couple of your other officers see you and come to help pull you out and you see that your leg is broken to the point where the bone is coming through the skin. One of your lieutenants goes to stop the bleeding and she’s obviously yelling at others to get help, but you still can’t hear a thing.
You can make out her saying something to you, probably that she’s going to put the bone back in place. You just nod quickly and shout at her to do it. She does and it’s one of the most excruciating things you’ve felt in a long time and you’ve had more than your share of wounds. It’s only through your own will power that you don’t scream out.
While the lieutenant wraps up your leg with a splint, two others come with a stretcher. You don’t want to be helped up, but you are any way. “Standing up” straight you decline being put on the stretcher and insist that you’ll hop to the nearest horse if you have to. The female lieutenant says something to you while she continues to help prop you up, but you’re still deaf and can’t hear anything she’s saying. You can only guess it’s something about doing it for your own good.
You aren’t going to be told what to do and you push her away, only to fall down. You curse and yell at your weakness and begin to crawl away. You can only assume the rest of your staff is yelling at you back, but you can’t see their faces, your eyes are staring at dirt right now.
You crawl for a moment and that’s when you start to hear something again.
“Gen……..mu….now! C… on!”
You feel several hands turn you around and your staff is intent on forcibly putting you on the stretcher. You don’t bother struggling because that’s when through your damaged hearing that you hear a distinct whistling sound.
“Brenda, I...” You say before the explosive cannon ball wipes you all out.
