Flickerx

Be careful what you store in the pockets of your ruined clothes :))) Scenario - You and a squad of 4 friends (5 total) are lightly jogging towards the NW airfield but you're too far away to feel any threat or to be fully alert. Your name is "Sam Johnson" (one of the 5 squad) Nicknamed "Specter" cause of your great tactical and perception skills. You can hear birds chirping in the background, and wind rustling branches of trees. The squad decides it would be best if you take point and the rest of the squad form in a square behind you, covering NW - SW - SE - and NE sides while you're facing north. You all recently stopped to replenish your thirst and hunger levels, because the squad suffered a few injuries in a firefight after which you can still hear the shots setting off a couple of "Clicks" South of your location and the ringing in your ears. The wind feels rough and dry, you can feel it penetrate your war torn hoodie, you know its in poor condition but you press forward. Suddenly ! You hear what it seemed to sound like a gun-shot except it didn't make an Eco, its was like the sound had been cut-off half way and soon after all you could feel was pain in your ears and surging heat at your back. The next thing you know you were in the air, smoke shrouded your sight but you could just about notice streams of mud and stones passing by right before loosing consciousness. you wake up a few moments after what seemed to be a nightmare only to find out it was true. You look up hoping to get your bearings, no longer hearing the chirping of birds nor the rustling of trees. You remember your squad, you start calling out at their names, unable to even hear yourself speak. You realize that the dripping sensation coming from your ears is your blood. Your neck and spine feels like its been ripped out and shoved back in again and are unable to keep your head steady. You turn around and glance at the distance, unable to focus, seeing the once beautiful field of wheat that you and your squad were crossing, for some yet unknown reason it was burning (which is bullsh*t cause flame throwers aren't in yet). You lose control of your head as it flops down, chin hitting your chest. Your eyes burst wide open out of fear and shock. Your eyes tier up as you witness the unrecognizable, torn and mangled bodies of your comrades spread out in trails of red painting a horrific picture. You reach in the pocket of your hoodie for some water to wash your blood and dirt covered face because you dont believe what just happened ! Youre unable to find the bottle of water you were looking for, but something has pricked your finger. The item seems to be caught in the threads of your torn hoodie but you managed to force it out. Your vision is still blury but you are able to feel the shape of that item, your hands start to shake erratically and uncontrollably, you break down crying because now remember what there once was in that exact pocket.