I hear a thunk and feel sticky wetness seep through my fingers. I feel my heart racing and I hear the breath leave Joseph as I stare into his hallow eyes. He's now one of those empty, pale husks stained in the crimson of war. I feel a giggle bubble in my throat. As soon as I do, I lunge at the next thing that moves. Instantaneously, my air is cut off and I'm pinned against the ground. All I can do is laugh at the irony of how I just killed the enemy and now my friends turned on me thinking I'm the enemy. If only they knew.
Slowly my vision fades and my laugh fades.
I feel myself go limp.
I fall into oblivion.
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That's the end of the story. I changed the ending so it's more dark. Tell me what you think and thanks for reading! Also feel free to notify me of spelling errors and stuff like that.
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Historical FictionThomas, Robert, and Andrew have managed to survive Gettysburg. They find an injured Confederate soldier that's just a boy. Will they save or kill him? Will the boy from the battle live?
