The smoke rose over the skyline, giving the sunset a tainted hue. The ground was littered with bodies save for one staggering soldier. She limped across the battlefield, as if searching for something. Blood stained the ground, giving the dirt a deep red color, like the purple of a plum. The rainfall from the last night hadn’t helped the situation at all. The occasional puddles of water were outnumbered by the countless puddles of blood.
She tripped over a drifting leg, her own body feeling weak. There was a bullet hole where a stray gunshot had gone clean through her right knee. The irony was that it was her own team’s bullets. A soldier she did not know well had gone down, and when he was hit, his arms flailed wildly, like he had been possessed. She had torn a cloth off her suit, and managed to slow the bleeding, but as she traversed the warzone it was reopening. If she didn’t leave soon she would be unable to walk. And by that time it would be too late.
She splashed through another pool of blood. It had been so quiet, then so loud. Like the quiet moment just before the roar of thunder. So many bullets traded so quickly. Then, as quickly as the firing had filled the air, it had suddenly grown quiet again. So many precision soldiers in such an open field with no cover. Bullets had torn down both armies in minutes. If she hadn’t been hit and forced to go to ground, she would have certainly been taken down like the rest of them. She took the last shot, on the last standing enemy soldier, who had thought himself the sole survivor.
But now, everything was over. All her soldiers. Her friends. Were another splatter on the side of the Earth. She was alone. They would be forgotten. She looked up to the sky, a grey-pink that looked almost beautiful. And terrible. Was this what their forefathers had wanted? She lost her footing, and felt her hands wheel around to catch her before she fell face first into the ground. Or rather, another puddle. The mix of blood and dirt and water splashed into her face, causing her to taste the mixture. She started coughing. Then, she started crying. She couldn’t get up. She could feel her strength fleeing her. Her hands began to shake and her vision grew blurry. She crawled forward, out of the puddle. Then felt her arms give way, and gravity take hold. Her face hit the ground, and she bounced a bit before settling there. She turned her head, her vision now too clouded to make out distinct shapes. The last thing she saw was the sunset. It turned the grey-pink into a radiant blackened violet. Then everything went dark.