The sound of guns firing thunder in your ears as you open your eyes, finding yourself laying at the foot of a tree. Beat up buildings and houses show the remains of a village, some of the remaining structures showing bullet holes as a proof of war. Soldiers, U.S soldiers, run around. They fire wildly at the Native Americans, chasing them and flushing them out of homes. Judas seemed to be the only one to notice you. He paused, eyes going wide before running over to where you lay.
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2Ocean Queen
17/09/2024