World In Conflict (fanfic)

[Jessica]

I'm not sure where to put this or if I should post it. But here it is, my short story based on World In Conflict.

Prologue

The pain in his stomach was beyond words. He was going to die here in some hell hole. It was a sad end to many soldiers throughout this war. He looked down finally seeing the damage. His stomach was nearly ripped to shreds, yet he was still alive. He looked around seeing nothing but bodies as far as he could see. He looked up the corridor as he heard someone coming. His heart nearly stopped as an enemy soldier appeared before him. The soldier looked down at him before he pulled the trigger ending the man's pain once and for all......

Chapter 1

Private Emily Daniels

American Army

The rain seemed to calm me these days. I don't know why though. It was hard for me to watch as my friends die or lay screaming in pain before finally giving in. It was hard for me to look above the trench. I was born into this war which started forty years ago. We were fighting the same enemy as we did the last war; The Russians or the Reds as we call them in Propaganda films and posters. The reasons for this war was simple; the Russian leader who we thought was not a threat decided to screw us over and basically destroy nearly half of the east coast in a bid to take us out period. Our government believed that the Russians were going to invade and try to conquer America before spreading into the somewhat weaker countries. I took a deep breath before I decided to sit down. I looked up at my surroundings.

I was in the west side of Central Park, a once beautiful park before the Russians attacked. This was my first time in New York City. It was once a beautiful city, but after all these years of fighting it soon turned into a nightmare, a shell of itself. I closed my eyes, laid myself a top what use to be a park bench (which we took into the trenches) and slowly went into an uneasy sleep. The date was Sept. 1 first, 1995.

I woke up a few hours later. I opened my eyes and there stood my two friends Lola and Chase. I smiled as they looked down at me. I was glad they were here. I got up and just stood there not sure what to say really. There was nothing to say.

“Hell of a war isn’t?” Chase finally broke the silence.

“I just hope it ends soon,” I whispered to him.

“I hope so too,” said Lola as she looked up at us. She was a nice girl. She was pretty and I could tell these two were a good couple. I knew they were totally in love with each other. I just wished that I could find someone like Chase. He was nice, charming and still alive. We were supposed to man a machine gun nest here in Central Park I never really knew my parents. My father was killed during the first invasion of thee Soviets on American soil. We were able to push them back the first time, but they came back in force two years later. I was sixteen when I joined the army. I lied about my age to join, surprisingly that actually worked. Now that I look back I wish I didn’t do it. I was now eighteen years old and the war had lasted over two years now. The war began officially when the Russians invaded the ports of New York. It then turned into a stalemate between two opposing sides.

I heard suddenly the sounds of approaching helicopters. I looked up to see if they were friendly or not. I almost smiled out of relieve that they weren’t enemy helicopters. Some of the helicopters hovered for a moment before they slowly began their landings. The helicopters were a welcome relieve to us here in the trenches. This meant to us that there was hope left. It meant that there we were about to be relieved. We were going to be sent to the back of the lines. This also meant a warm comfortable bed and some real food for once. I smiled at the thought. I took a deep breath and went down the trenches. All I saw starring back at me were miserable wrecks of humanity.

I couldn’t help but wonder what my life would be like without this war. I wondered where I would have been. I guess I’d be home right now, not doing much. I closed my eyes, turned and started to gather my gear. I grabbed my M-16, some clips, and the rest of the stuff I had to lug around.

“Move out squad,” yelled my commanding officer as we motioned us toward the helicopters. I walked over to one of them with Chase and Lola. We waited a few minutes as the rest of the squad packed into helicopter. I felt the shutter of the helicopter as its engine came to life. We slowly started upward and before I knew it we were moving forward. I looked out the window and frowned at what I saw next. The city surrounding the park was a wasteland. It was a total nightmare of debris and fire. It was like an inescapable deathtrap of destroyed vehicles and bombed out buildings. There was so much chaos that I had to look away. I heard something odd as we flew over what was left of NYC. I heard what sounded like an explosion. I then looked out the rear entrance and then saw what appeared to be a helicopter going down.

I felt the helicopter shack a bit before it started to become unstable. I tried to hold onto my seat, but it was no use. I was pulled out of the helicopter. I fell out of the back. I heard someone call my name as I was being pulled out of there. It felt like I was failing from a long distance through air. I closed my eyes and suddenly everything went black…..

Officer Lisa Lavigne

Canadian Army

My eyes strained a bit as I looked over the reports again. The Americans were being attacked by Communist Forces on the East coast. I was going to turn twenty-four next week, but for some reason I couldn't focus on celebrity while people were dying all around the world. The war wasn't just affecting America's East Coast. It was affecting Canada's coast as well. Reports as far as Ottawa stated that Russian forces were pouring into the region.

It was also affecting Europe as well as Africa. Poland was holding on by a thin defense which was slowly being crushed against the large Russian forces that continue to bomb and attack its border. China was completely conquered in a few months which left Japan, Australia, Thailand and other Asian Nations vulnerable to attack by the Russian navy as well as its air force which bombed Tokyo nonstop for five weeks before Japan surrendered. I couldn't blame them for surrendering. We weren't helping them much as we tried to defeat the threat to our borders.

I drank a lot these days. It was something that didn't help much, but did help ease some pain. I was part of the generation known simply as the War Generation. It was because we were born into a war that our parents thought would end soon. We learned from an early age to fight, survive and to show no emotions. I hated this war and sending people into the thick of it. I poured myself another shot of whiskey before I decided to get something to eat. I looked up for a moment before walking out of my doors. My father always told that 'things happen for a reason,' I just wish I knew what that reason was.

I wasn't sure what to expect as I walked into the main hallway. All I knew was that New York was holding on as much as it could. The Canadian government or what was left of planned to send an addition two thousand troops to the region. New York City was now surrounded by a force of three hundred million Soviets. I closed my eyes and wondered when it will end.

In Kenya, there were rebellions against the local governments. There were also reports of riots in California about food shortages. I banged my fist against the vending machine.

"Wow, lighten up," said a familiar voice. I looked up and there he stood. Arnold was a nice guy, but a little naive at times. He was a reporter with the Toronto Daily News. I never liked reporters, but he was somehow that I couldn't hate.

"Sorry," I whispered. "It's just when is it going to end?"

"I don't know, we just need to hope that there will be an end to this madness."

I smiled at how naive that statement was. Hope. That was a weapon we really needed right now. Too bad we were getting out megablocks kicked across the board. I closed my eyes and quietly went down the hall not sure if I had anything else to say. I went to my office and started to do my daily reports when suddenly I heard gun fire somewhere. I couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but I knew it wasn’t good. I got up from my desk and started toward my door. I slowly went for the knob before I quickly opened the door. I didn’t expect what would happen next.

To be continued

What did you think? Did you like it? Should I continue? Or should I delete this topic altogether? It's up to you guys.

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I'm not a really big fan fiction connoisseur but this should be alright once it gets going. The three-hundred million Commies in New York seems unrealistic as that is twice the current Russian population and the entire current American population. I say keep going.