Little blobs of literally nothing, except for part 13

The city that died

As the rain drummed upon everything in the deaden city, a wounded soldier propped himself up against a wall next to a man laying down. Thunder roared in the background, while faint sirens could be heard in the distance but life was absent from the air. The wounded soldier grunted as he clutched his wounded side. The soldier breathed heavy in the down pour of rain that fell from the sky filled with smoke and fire. "Hey... John.. looks like we made it outside... you owe me.." the soldier stopped a moment to catch his breath "carrying your dumbass out of the tunnels was one of the hardest" the soldier moaned in pain as he attempted to hold his guts in. He spoke as he panted "it was one... one of the hardest things .... I've ever done.... you're heavy, you know that?" The soldier chuckled and almost immediately groaned in pain. "No laughing... got it." The soldier looked out examining the city that once was bright and home to hundreds of thousands, now dark and grey with only the corpses of what is left of the residence. Cars abandoned, phones left ringing, children left crying. "When we were first hit... there was so much chaos, it was so loud. People... running everywhere... no consideration for one another... luckily for you.. you came after the commotion.. after the city already died..." the down pour of the rain shielded any evidence of the soldier crying. The soldier picked up his hang gun which had been laying beside him, as he examined his weapon he came to the realization he had only two bullets left. "Hey John... we might be screwed if we're found... we should keep on... moving.." the soldier reached out and shook john's body, which lifelessly followed the momentum of the soldier's hand. "Oh... I wonder how long I've been alone... you should've told me... John... then... I would've have carried you... all the way..." The soldier once again broke into tears. The soldier began to sob uncontrollably, though he was allowed to be as loud as he wanted due to the heavy rain beat down everything around him. After a few minutes the soldier was able to calm down, once again looking out into the streets of the silent city. The soldier's eyes grew heavy, his breaths shorter and more frequent, strength left his body. He tried his best to surveil the surrounding area, he noticed a patrol of brutes. "Damned monsters" The soldier muttered under his breath. He held up his gun aiming at the patrol even though he knew there was no way that he could possibly kill or even hit one of them. His arm fell to the ground. He no longer produced the strength to hold his arm up, his clutch on his side also loosened not having the will to keep on. The soldier slowly closed his eyes, no longer paying attention nor caring about the patrol for they won, they now controlled the city. After coming to the realization that they had lost, despite their struggle, despite their prayers, despite their hopes, despite everything they threw at them, they had lost. The soldier gave up, no longer being able to bear with it. He drew his last breath, in the cold and dead city, where rain from the fiery heavens showered them.

(I should stop writing at 1 in the morning so I actually know what I'm writing about.)