This Nightmare ch.7This Nightmare
The song's bass bounced the heavily armored SUV like a hacky sack on 4/20. I was barely conscious in the back while Fall and Krystal were rapping along with the song by run D.M.C. I love the song but my morphine had me seeing colors and tripping balls. No wonder it was illegal without a prescription. I loved the smell of my shirt that had 'ICP' written across the front. I hadn't taken it off since all this dead head business began a little over three weeks ago. I had one more can of tomato soup in the back seat in between the driver's seat and my head. I reached for the can and opened it with my sharpened claw. I knocked back the can with a loud gulp and throw the empty can into the far back of the SUV. I heard someone say 'He's awake.'. I turned around to come face to face with my best friend of twenty-three years, Fall, "Hello friend." He said plainly as we passed by a sign saying 'welcome to California! Home of medical weed and Germans with deep voices
this nightmare ch.6"OW!" I yelled as Krystal pulled a bullet out of one of the many gaping wounds in my torso. Fall was holding me down with all his strength and little success. My jeans and shirt were covered in blood from the 'one-man-army war' that had happened yesterday. Krystal patched the last bullet hole up with a bandage. I got up and grabbed a bottle of morphine from the surgery table and chugged the whole 3 oz. bottle. I would be high as hell in about three minutes. I never found comfort in my creator until I had twenty gaping wounds in my stomach alone. Luckily Krystal said they missed all organs and I should be fine to keep killing everything in a week. The tiny hospital room was lit by nothing more than a broken fluorescent light hanging by a wire and a flashlight held by my best friend since the war in Nafia began. I'm barely twenty-three I should be partying with friends instead of going on killing sprees through towns. I could imagine someone survived that massacre and spread my name and
this nightmare: Flak's prologueIt was during the second civil war when my nightmare's came true. My name is Flak Swif and this is why I'm alone.
It was a beautiful day in New Kallifa, the city had been victim to many a siege over the two hundred years it has stood and today was no different. My company was the 31st Nifa airborne and our mission was to infiltrate the city and destroy the rebellion from their base of operations. The nation's population was made up of mostly shangians and that made things harder on my company to fight their brothers.
The light in the cargo hold turned green signifying the time to drop like a bag of rocks had come. We all stood up in the tiny aircraft only big enough to hold my squad. We all jumped out over the forest surrounding the city. Anti-Aircraft fire lit up the night sky trying desperately to shoot down the unseen enemies of the rebels. My parachute released safely and I drifted down into the trees, my parachute getting snagged on a branch of a tree suspending me ten feet above