Bang, there goes another one. We have been trapped in this subway for a month now, its been really hard. My brother David ( a ten year old who loves comics and superheroes, his favourite colour is red) has been hit by a bomb that blew up the end of the station, I don't quite know how he got over there, there's hardly space to move in here! The blast dislocated his knee cap and tore the skin of his leg. He's been bleeding for hours and i don't really know what to do... Dad is dead, a Nazi shot a bullet at his best friend Fred but he couldn't let his friend take it and die so, Dad did,he took the bullet, a he was shot he shouted "I can't suffer any longer! Don't mourn me, or do what i am doing, just tell my wife and kids i love them! Goodbye and good luck, i hope you win!" Fred then went on a journey out of the trenches to tell our mother Marylynne what her husband had done then returned to find father was rushed to hospital but it was too late, he was gone.
- The cold night passes, Rose has slept on the floor next to David, one eye open just in case of midnight raiders who steal peoples stuff and sometimes murder them as well -
"David? DAVID WAKE UP IT'S MORNING!!!!!" ... oh no David no.... he's dead......
I tried to wake him to tell him Mother died last night, blown to smithereens... here I am now, standing in a pool of blood, crying... Why couldn't this cruel world take me instead of them?
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Gunshots
Historical Fiction1943, World War 2, Subway You have been trapped in a subway for bomb coverage with hundreds of others for days now, your father is as dead as you are inside. then you get a message at 8:57am that it is safe to come out, but is it? a short story in 1...
