13 Jun 2008
Okay i know it has been a long time since i posted here but I really want to post this. It is a Warhammer 40k story from the perspective of one of the models in one of the units in my army. I wrote this a while back on the Heresy Online forums and got some pretty positive feedback so I hope you enjoy!
I looked up. I could see the sun. It was bright and warm on my scarred face. I looked back down. Their they were. Lined up, ready to join the fray. I didn't fear death. I feared life. I looked at my watch. Seven forty five PM. I heard a scream and turned. Pvt. Johnson's head had just become a puddle of pus and brain matter. How did I remember his name, I had only met him once? Pain. I looked down at my stomach. They're was blood everywhere. Had I been shot? I didn't feel it when it happened. I saw that I was missing a leg. I was dying. I noticed that one other Guardsman and I were alone their, hiding behind the broken wall. My entire squad had been obliterated, and more guardsman were coming. The medic would not arrive soon. A Guardsman ran up and started to apply pressure to my stomach. I wondered what my mother and father would say when they got the letter. I picked up my laspistol, it was heavy in the palm of my hand. I pulled the trigger.
I looked up. I could see the sun. It was bright and warm on my scarred face. I looked back down. Their they were. Lined up, ready to join the fray. I didn't fear death. I feared life. I looked at my watch. Seven forty five PM. I heard a scream and turned. Pvt. Johnson's head had just become a puddle of pus and brain matter. How did I remember his name, I had only met him once? Pain. I looked down at my stomach. They're was blood everywhere. Had I been shot? I didn't feel it when it happened. I saw that I was missing a leg. I was dying. I noticed that one other Guardsman and I were alone their, hiding behind the broken wall. My entire squad had been obliterated, and more guardsman were coming. The medic would not arrive soon. A Guardsman ran up and started to apply pressure to my stomach. I wondered what my mother and father would say when they got the letter. I picked up my laspistol, it was heavy in the palm of my hand. I pulled the trigger.
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