Ghost vs The Phantoms

The Ghosts

By: Cooldudenoahb   Editor: @_SpicyNoddles_

Time: 8:54   

Objective: Kill all enemies

It was a regular day in the lost city, the one they call "Bazaar".  Tucked away in this small, forgotten community, terrible, unusual things occurred. 

4 days ago, the first attack started. 3 days and 3 nights it ravaged and tore apart this city; leaving death and destruction in it's wake. Some say you can still hear the faint cries of all the fallen citizens, begging for mercy in their final hour. Most of the citizens were in the lowest of the low class; homeless, poor. Starving men, women and children lie about the streets while the rich just seem to get richer.

My friend passed away in the fight against the Ghosts. His broken and battered body will forever be etched into my mind. His screams of agony haunt me, hours spent lying awake at night, the  moment replaying in my head. That was when I finally realized just what war was. Unfortunately this was just the beginning.

The morning after, the few who were left roamed about the streets, trying to find a familiar face amongst the piles of dead. The stench was horrid. Hundreds- no- thousands of slaughtered citizens, brutally murdered at the unholy hands of the Ghosts. Small fights broke out here and there, the desperate scavenging for food or valuables that could be sold- it was utter chaos. 

My team stepped in, trying to resolve the conflicts, but as one finished, three more started. It took a great effort- and patience- but all feuds were eventually solved.

The question lingering on everyone's minds: when were the Ghosts going to strike again? Every person in Bazaar knew the Ghosts were ruthless. Whoever didn't perish in the first wave most definitely did in the second. 

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My team and I were out on patrol again. The day had left us as quick as it came, and before we knew it the sunset was blaring her beautiful rays upon us. 

I had armed myself to the teeth; a full Mag. with 31 bullets and 120 rounds. My friend, and most trusted ally, Zeflor, was running low on ammo. Thankfully, the latest scouting mission had been fruitful; bringing weapons and ammunition plenty. 

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Another day had passes, and still no sign of the next Ghost attack. Some of my comrades were beginning to worry. If the Ghosts were planning something big, we weren't prepared. We had just begun to find aid to our wounded, and our numbers dwindled. 

The surviving civilians began to act in a frenzy, eyes darting between shadows as if a Ghost soldier would jump out and slit their throat. I didn't blame them. Everyone was on edge. I had yet to notice that some went missing, vanishing without a trace. I would soon regret not knowing.

A quiet cough interrupts me from my thoughts, and I glance over to my right. A young girl- not older than 5 or 6- was cowering on the ground. Her thin, lanky limbs shook violently, chest heaving with every pained breath she took. I rushed over to her side, carefully unwrapping her from the tight ball she had curled herself into. I winced at the sight of her face. Eyes that were most likely beautiful and lively were now sunken and dry, cheeks hollowed and lips chapped. A mess of dirt and blood caked her face.

Her bony little fingers shook as she pointed to the sky. She coughed dryly, and wheezed. 

"Bombs.." As her last words fell from her lips in a hushed whisper, a violent tremor shook the earth beneath me. The girl was dead, and the attack had started once again.

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A/N:

Thank you for tuning in for the first chapter, many more to come!

E/N:

Yay, first chapter done and revised! Can't wait for the next part!! :)