Personal Narrative Fiction

Words: 1724
Pages: 7

“We must separate,” she mentions, “It’s easier to move alone.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I can take care of myself.” with conviction she says.
“You don’t understand,” holding Nurse Ratched and Killer McCestie
“This time I’ve got this baby.” he carefully checks out the area. There is water gushing from the many rooftops like a waterfall crashing to the ground, the countless windows are all shattered, or totally ruined, a recognizable sight seen in all the history books. A dream turned reality, in which the result is not good.
“Why do you talk to me like you know me?” she asks,
“You are a complete stranger? I have never seen you before in my life.”
Afraid of what the future will bring and upset with what the past has brought, Freddie is disturbed with her blunt declaration.
“How do you know about the Resistance?”
“You
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Fearful he may run out of ammo. His target is the blockade of vehicles that have trapped them. A blinding flash of light, a spiraling ball of fire, and trucks dispersed into thin air. No debris, no bodies, everything, and everybody are gone.
Freddie yells,
“The passage!” A recollection of this incident has her in a sort of Déjà, a feeling of having already dreamed what she is now experiencing, an episode she cannot seem to shake, causing her to lose focus. As another group of soldiers charges the alley, it was right out of the same playbook, the foundations of a tactical attack aimed to demoralize antagonize and bring the enemy into submission. Freddie squeezes the trigger, no casualties for his side. It seems an endless supply of the enemy. The only solution is more suicidal soldiers will disperse into tiny graffiti all over the alley.
“What the hell?” Freddie mumbles,
“These crazy sons of bitches can’t get enough of you