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(EDIT: They have since removed the sound track from youtube, which is where I originally found it, but I actually have the mp3 It just wouldn’t let me embed it the way I wanted. I will work on trying to get the audio file back up and working soon. Because without it, this post is kind of useless)

Shadows dance across the rooftops and wind whistles as it scatters dust across the floor of the nearby open buildings. Worn sandstone tablets litter the ground from the many half-toppled buildings and shacks that many refugees call home. Moonlight reflects from the murky well water in the center of town. A bucket dips down into water dissipating the moon’s projection on the water’s surface. A small boy stands near the well while another boy appearing twice his age reels in the water filled bucket. Their clothes are torn and both appear malnourished. The young boy turns quickly, the moon revealing scars of a harsh life upon his face. Off in the distance a rumble is heard, unidentifiable at first. A beast from the plains perhaps? A creation of man? Neither would be a surprise in this place. Between the raids and wild animal attacks this place has seen its share of misery and devastation. The strange sound gets closer, it’s definitely not an animal. Two lights spring to life revealing the mysterious intruder. Its the sound of an engine! “Rebels!” the older boy yells. A whistling sound is heard as nearby building explodes sending rocky shrapnel flying in all directions. Smoke and dust fill the air as machine gun fire rings out and bullets are heard ricocheting off the stone structures.  The two take off through the cloud of smoke running through the rubble laden village screaming at the top of their lungs for aid. Another building explodes and sending stone and debris flying into their path. The village comes to life as people awaken to the sounds of gunfire and explosions. A high pitched bell resembling that of an old dinner bell rings out rapidly from a larger building far away signaling everyone as a beacon of hope leading them to safety. The village erupts into chaos as two military style trucks pull up into the village. Gunfire rings out as men open fire from the backs of the truck, gunning down anyone trying to flee. Screams are heard as some of the fleeing refugees are hit by bullets tearing through the village. Less than a dozen armed men emerge from the trucks and begin to go from house to house rounding up women and children and shooting any resist. Smoke and fire can be seen from far off in the distance. “Damnit I’m too late!” Sam says out loud. He places a fresh clip in his AK47, chambers a round and runs toward the village. He can see people running toward the large building off in the distance, many make it others fall to the ground short. Two men appear in the upper windows of the large building and open fire with what seem to be old bolt action hunting rifles and are hardly a match for the invading rebels. The side of the building explodes as a rocket propelled grenade hits the right side of the building. Sam reaches the edge of town and takes aim on 3 of the rebels. Being mindful of his limited ammunition he chooses his shots carefully. He pulls the trigger letting out a three-round burst fire, hitting one rebel dead center in the chest. As he falls the two other rebels turn toward Sam but are quickly dropped by two more precision busts. With his presence now known a few more rebels run to intercept him they spot him, take aim and open fire. He dives to the right as a few bullets impact the ground a few feet from where he landed. Rolling back to his feet he continues to run to a small building and takes cover behind it. Bullets barely miss him as he looks around the corner long enough to count four rebels fixed on his position. He quickly leans around aiming blindly and fires hitting one rebel out of sheer luck. Quickly he jumps back as more a few bullets find their mark on the corner of the building barely missing him. He runs around the other side of the building and flanks the remaining three rebels. He takes one down with a well placed shot to the head and lets out a spray gunfire riddling the other two rebels with bullets. The gun clicks loudly indicating he’s out of ammo. He falls back behind the building and leans against the cold stone structure as he releases the empty magazine and grabs the last clip from his satchel. He checks for an ammo count “Damnit only three rounds left” he says as he loads the clip and chambers a round. He slowly moves to the corner of the building and looks around it to scan the area “Good thing there’s only two left..wait a minute make that three”. A larger man dressed in different clothing than the rest and wearing an eye patch emerges from one of the trucks. He is yelling at the two other rebels and pointing off in certain directions as if he is in charge. Leaning around the building Sam takes aim on the leader of the rebel group and fires. He misses his target and the bullet impacts the side of the truck. The the leader takes cover on the other side of the truck and begins opening fire on Sam’s location. With only two rounds left he quickly looks around the corner to analyze the situation. He swings back around, taking aim and fires one round at one of the rebels, the bullet strikes his chest. He drops to his knees only for a moment before falling over into a puddle of gas that seems to be leaking from the truck. “Two left but only one bullet, Sam Sam sam, how are you going to get your ass out of this mess” he says to himself. He looks around the corner again and notices a gas can attached to the back of the truck but he doesn’t have a clear shot. Taking a deep breath he pushes off from the side of the building and runs toward a pile of sandstone from one of the fallen buildings and dives behind it for cover. Now having a clear shot at the gas can, he takes aim and fires hitting the gas can, gas sprays out in all directions but nothing more. “Oh shit, plastic!” he curses realizing he is now out of ammo. He grabs the knife from his boot and looks toward the rebels to find a good path. All of a sudden fire erupts when the leaking gas makes contact with a nearby burning building. Within seconds the entire area around the truck and the rebel soldier is engulfed in flames. The rebel leader begins to run as the fire makes its way to the truck. The truck explodes sending metal and glass flying in all directions. The force of the blast knocks the rebel into a nearby rubble pile impaling him on one of the support beams. Sam stands up and scans the area for any remaining rebels, realizing its all clear he brushes himself off and begins walking with his hands in the air toward the large building in the distance.