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Winter War
Topic Started: Jun 5 2011, 05:58 AM (131 Views)
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I've posted this on Facebook, just thought I'd post it here.

It's also to promote my dA account.
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Even in the winter of 2024, ruins continue to burn in the once overpopulated districts of the city of Cidere. Frequent bombings filled open fields with craters and turned the residential areas into piles of rubble, which you could never tell were once houses other than the broken walls, barely 2 meters high, and the collapsed roofs, who couldn't even provide any form of shelter in that state.

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But in these times, shelter is the least of one's concern as militias march and armies fight, with wars both civil and international. Knowing this, Casey looked for anywhere safe, which, even in such a large city, may be tens of kilometres away. Any time, the militias' Warthogs or the military's Lightnings might fly overhead and deliver several tons of payload, the only warning being a Warthog's humming or a Lightning's screeching as either one flies through the air. And even then, no matter how obvious the warning, there is little escape as they flatten everything within kilometres. Such events have happened many times before, such events have created the ruins one can now see, and such events are not unlikely to happen again.

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Casey watched as men committed genocide upon each other. Even if each has a noble cause, they would only contribute to propagating the war. The civilians formed a militia as they saw opportunity to strike against the government, seeing them as fascists, which was not entirely untrue. But even if the government was oppressive, it sought to do so to suppress the people's actions, knowing that crime rates were growing, and no matter what measures they took the rates neither stabilized nor decreased. As usual, their only choice was to fight back against the revolt. Casey, wanting to serve, would've joined the fighting, only to be stopped by a friend, who foresaw possible outcomes, all leading to imminent, complete anarchy. Fortunately, Casey, although considering the unlikelihood of such outcomes, agreed, convinced that the fighting was pointless and not wanting to perpetuate it.

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But the predictions weren't entirely merely predictions. The factions didn't stop growing or emerging from there; as the decades past more and more destruction arrived and never got any less imminent. Other nations saw opportunity to overthrow the once most powerful nation in the world, seeing as their capital was in utter chaos. The war went on, and both soldiers and civilians found themselves lacking supplies, even those at the evacuation centres or the military bases.

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Yet another faction emerged, from those who wanted and were willing to fight for food and shelter, amongst other provisions. They fought whoever they could in an attempt to gather what they can. They literally had to fight to live. It was perpetual: they had to risk their lives to continue to live. Then there were these men who wanted to share what little they had with others, but didn't want to give anything to those who wouldn't want to share back, and saw opposition in those who murdered for supplies - a rather idealistic faction. Casey happened to be in the middle of the fight, having to join either side, but instead attempted to flee.

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The government, specifically the military, could ill afford to intervene between those two factions, those who wanted to live and those who wanted to give, with enough concerns. Foreigners had already taken most of their land, but fortunately were a lot more focused in fighting each other. However, the military could not rest, as the militia was relentless, not to mention the small contingents of foreign troops stationed around them.

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Casey sought refuge, preferably alone, as anybody else would either be hostile or a fight magnet. After walking for miles, a tunnel on a highway finally emerged, partially caved in with a pile of rubble blocking the entrance, and forming a gentle slope leading to a small hole through which a person could fit through. Finally, after hours of travelling on foot, Casey was now just about safe, especially with the assumption that future cave-ins were barely possible, as the highway was already cut off, and there was barely anything here that isn't covered with grass, forest, or cratered asphalt. Even though the risk of a cave-in can't possibly be completely gone, this was a moment of relief, and felt as if any chance could be taken, as everything else was well worth it. Anything outside of open ground and anything without what anyone else might want. The highway was relatively near the countryside with barely any troops, and the forest would provide cover going to one of the nearby stopovers along the rest of the highway to get supplies.

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Casey felt safe at last, and although there was a constant worry of other hazards, and a little doubt that it wasn't just induced by tiredness, the fatigued and traumatized individual, who, despite being of remarkably strong will and possessing excellent survival skills, could barely move on a little longer, decided to just rest on the cold pavement.

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The relief was almost overwhelming, more so after the times that have past. But such times have not yet ended. As soon as he woke he heard the familiar marching of soldiers, the high-pitched screams of an Abrams, and the angry buzzing of helicopter rotors. It was, perhaps, too soon to sit back and relax, and the sought-after relief was long before due.

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This was something to be expected, especially for one like Casey. But is it bad for one to give in to human nature and desire what appeals to the body? To give in to suffering and simply rest, ignoring all possible dangers? Perhaps, but at this point in time it wouldn't matter…
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I spent at least 2 hours last night typing comments on this one, and then I ran out of battery and WordPad doesn't have an autosave feature. Maybe it's fate, but when I'm in the mood again, I'd redo it, but it'll be much shorter.

IN A NUTSHELL: This one is okay, showcases your skills as a writer, but not as a storyteller. You made the same mistakes I noted before, but it's alright. I want you to read a short story, not fanfic, not anything else- but a short story. and then give me its title and author. And we need to talk.
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Oh... I never noticed this
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