Lost Hope

[Maxey]

This is another story I'm writing right now. This one is different, as it's not about combat, but about the insane mind of a Resistance Soldier, who lost his hope after seeing everything he cares being destroyed in the war against the combine. I've only wrote 2 sections so far, I hope you like.

"Wake up!" said a familiar voice. "Wake up!!" said that voice again, interrupting my dream. But I won't wake up, I don't want to wake up. I don't want to fight again. I'm tired of fighting, I just want to sleep and dream with a perfect world, where there is no war and everyone is smiling at me. I'm happy in my dreams, why they don't let me to be happy? Why they want me to fight in an useless war? Why they want to die? Why they want me to die in an useless war? "Wake up for f*ck's sakes! They are coming!! WAKE UP!!!"

Enough. I wake up and jump against the moron who screamed at me. "F*CK YOU AND F*CK YOUR STUPID WAR!!" I screamed at him while strangling him to death. I watch him choke to death. His eyes turning red and his mouth wide opens with his tongue lying down in a macabre way. I release my hands from his neck, making his corpse hit the ground and lie down myself in the cold soil of the room, looking at the cracked ceiling.

I want to dream again. I want to dream with that perfect world again. And I don't want to wake up. Never.

I'm dreaming again. I'm riding a bike in a park. There are lots of kids running around and young couples taking slow walks in the green fields of the park. Some people are lying in the fresh green mantle, underneath of trees, sleeping in the fresh shade of them, while others are seated in the wooden banks, enjoying the reading of a good book. Fresh water sources filled with little birds, spreaded over by the park, give the final touch to what seems to be a live painting of the true meaning of happiness. Everyone is smiling, kids are playing with each other and there is no war.

Suddenly, the clear sunny sky turns into grey and everyone in the park transforms into zombies. I look at me and I see myselt as a zombie too. I'm hungry. I'm hungry of human flesh. My mind is a mess of human screams, needs, instincts, disturbing images of people dying and sounds from hell. I look around and see a city in ruins in the far away with strange and giant metalling things walking around, destroying everything on it's sight. I look again and see armed people in white clothes running around, shooting at people in grey uniforms and white gas masks. One of them approaches me and talk to me "Lt. Matt, you have to do something! The combines are blowing us apart!" I look at me and see myself wearing one of those white cloathes and armed with an assault rifle. "Let's pull back. Say them to pull back! We are retreating! Spread the word!" My mind is now a mess of military orders, tactics, fear, hate and hope. I aim my weapon and shoot a burst of fire into a group of combines before I start to run back to the base. One combine throws a grenade against me, my mind freezes while I see the metallic cylinder flying directly into me. I start to scream when the nade lands in my feet. And in the same fraction of second it explodes I wake up screaming like a mad. I'm sweating like hell and my breathing is accelerated. My perfect dream turned out into a nightmare...

Someone knocks at the door. "Matt are you there!? We need to go now!" I get up and lock the door. I don't care anymore. "Matt open the door!! Are you crazy? The striders are coming! Do you want to die?" Maybe I really wanted to die. Maybe I prefer the death rather than this stupid way of life. Way of life? But what life? This ain't no life. Is awaking every damn morning to fight an impossible enemy a true way of life? Is seeing your friends die every damn day a real way of life? Is having fear at every damn minute a healthy way of life?

Is this really a life?

 

[Maxey]

Here's the new section I just wrote

"Matt for f*ck's sakes!! Open that door!!! They are here now!!!" And then sounds of machine guns being fired and human screams echoed all over the building. "Jesus Christ Matt!! They just entered the building!! Open the f*cking door!!" I close my eyes and start laughing histerically. "You gone nuts!!! F*ck you!! If you want to die then fine, I don't care anymore!!" I continue laughing as long as my lungs could support. The desesperated screams of people dying sounded funny to me now. Suddenly a grenade blasts through my room's window and lands near my feet. I laughed even more. But unlike my dreams, I didn't froze, waiting for the grenade to blow me apart, and instead, I pick the grenade and throw it back thru the window. I hear a scream from the street, quickly followed by an explosion. And then, I laughed even more.

Am I insane? Sure.

And you know what? I don't care.

Suddenly the room's door blows up and two combine soldiers enter in. I don't stop laughing. The combines look at each other and advance towards me, picking me up by the arms. "What we do to the corpse?" asked one of the soldiers "We send one soldiers to pick it." replied the other "Roger. And about this one?" "This human is clearly insane. He needs psychiatric attention as fast as possible or he cannot pass in the combine conversion tests" replied the other combine with that strange metallic and synthecized voice. So they don't want to kill me? They want me to join the combine forces? I felt like Luke Skywalker when was tempted to join the Dark Side by his father...

 

[Ecthe|ioN]

Dude, you give me liek teh creeps 'n stuff. I hope you have a great imagination, otherwise; keep away from me!

 

[Maxey]

Dude, you give me liek teh creeps 'n stuff. I hope you have a great imagination, otherwise; keep away from me!

Ha! I will! Ok, here's a fresh new section!

"Wake up." Oh, not again... "Wake up or we have to force you to awake." I open one eye and see someone in a grey uniform. They look familiar to me. "For the last time, you human scum, wake up!"

Oh yeah... The combine. But I'm not going to jump against them this time. They have batons. I slowly get up and sit on the metallic stretcher. I up my head and scan the room. It's made of cracked dull white concret, with nothing decorating them. It have no windows and the only light source is a simple lamp in the roof, hung by the electric cable. The door is totally made of steel and seems hard to kick in or blow up. There are two combine soldiers in the room and an old man, who seemed to be very scared "Doctor, you may examinate the human." said the combine near me. The old man slowly approaches to me and grabs my arm. "What's you name?" asked him. "I don't want to answer that question." I replied. Suddenly the combine beats me in the back with his baton, sending a wave of electricity through all my body. "Answer the question!" The old doctor was very scared, I bet he is being forced to work with them. "Please youg man! Answer the question or they will kill you! What's your name? Please answer it!" I take a deep breath "I'm Mr. Anderson" And then I draw a giggle in my face. "I answered the question, now where's my phone call?" Everyone in the room keep silent as stones. "You don't have any sense of humour..." I tried to get up on my feet but the combine beats me in the back again, knocking me down. "Take him to the lonely room!" Great! At least alone!