Ashes of America: American Nightmare

The American Nightmare

The sound of the light switch was all she heard as the lights came on blinding her, a voice boomed grom behind the mirror.

"Name."

"Suck a fat one!"

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

"AAAAAAGGGGHHH"

"Name!"

"J-Judy Rameriez."

"When were you born?"

"January 5th 1989"

"How did it get to this, being interrogated by these lousy genocide loving bastards" she thought.

"Tell us of your tour in Spain."

"Really?"

Zzzzzzzzzz

"AGH ALRIGHT FUCK, Spain 2010."

A helicopter above A French base, "Alright guys today we have a simple task, a patrol on the border and then a dull day at back here for orientation."

The U.N soldiers threw there fists in the air as the chopper lifted them away to their drop off point.

Private Anders the medic spoke to her.

"Hey Ramirez, what will you do when you get back to the states!?"

"Oh ya know, try to survive all the madness and stupid people with guns!"

"Wait I thought that was us!"

"No, mainly you!"

"Ouch, I mean you're not wrong but ouch!"

"Haha, I can't wait, last chopper ride, last border patrol, last everything in this lousy conflict!"

In the interrogation room

"Was it your last mission?"

"Yeah, supposed to be anyway, but ya know how these things play out, like a B movie something had to go wrong."

"What happened?"

"A RPG hot the tail of my chopper, we went down right on the border and those who were on the French side they left alone, but for me, Locke, Fisher and Roch, we weren't as lucky."

"That's when they took you as a prisoner?"

"Yeah....look you already know everything so why not blow my brains out already!"

ZZZZZZZ

"AGH FUCK!"

"Please continue, what happened after you were captured?"

"Huh, we all got killed......"

In a cellar near the French border.

A burlap sack covered her head, but she heard foot steps growing closer, she had taken light wounds during the crash, but the others were hurt bad, Fisher's leg had been crushed and the enemy medics took him somewhere else. The foot steps sounded very close this time, the sack came off of her face and she saw a scarred Spanish captain stand before her, "A pretty one you are miss Rameriez."

"Oh please you'd have a better chance with you mother, seeing as that's a face only she could love!"

She spat at him and immediately regretted it.

KRAK

CRUNCH

He swung a cloth wrapped sledgehammer at her chest and face.

In the interrogation room.

"Was this a supernatural soldier?"

"......"