Jim Morrison
Smash Authority
I felt like writing something as well! It might be very terrible but I suppose at least I enjoyed it 
(English isn't my first language)
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I open my eyes. The familiar grey chamber and the people I am so familiar with all are around me.
For a split second, I am rendered immobile, but now we charge out of the door together. I’ve been here before, the wooden boards of the main hall. One corridor goes deeper into the building; the other one has an exit sign over it. I know that I have no business in the building, so I follow my yelling comrades outside to my left. It is quite peculiar how there is but a very small amount of time in the moment of battle to take in your surroundings, but that small moment was engraved on my mind.
I noticed that I was on the second floor of our building. Below me was the open field of dirt. Through it ran a small strip of water, which divided the area in two segments. On the other side of the river was a building, not that different from our own. It was blue and a large ‘2’ was painted on the front. The two pieces of land were joined together with a narrow bridge, spanning over the river. The bridge had a roof, but it was too far for me to jump on. The whole area smelled like dirt and the air was dry. I see men in blue clothing emerging from the other building. That was my mission: Gather the information that was secured in that base and return it, for the greater good. Many would die, and I was no exception. I was prepared. I was strong.
I was scared.
This moment however, could not last. I see a young boy, no older than 25, jumping on the bridge. He’s closing in on me, aiming his gun at me. He is so fast, so agile. In times of war, you have to suppress your emotions, or you will not live a long life. I pulled the trigger and felt the knockback on my shoulder. The rocket emerges from the beast I am carrying and it is heading straight for the young man. It hits. A full shot to his body and I hear his cries. Limbs fly around and blood spatters onto my red uniform. Did I just… Kill a boy? There is no time for my heart to speak, only my mind. Pushing on, I jump down the platform and am now on the ground. Dust rises up as I land and I start to cough. Goddamnit, what did I get myself into? The hardest part would come now: crossing the bridge.
As I look up and walk onto the bridge, I see a fat Russian man on the other side of the bridge. He carries a huge gun and my legs give up. They knew I could never win this fight, and I agreed. He smiles at me with a wicked grin and points his gun at me. There isn’t much time, I have to get out. Jumping into the water seems like the only escape I have from this crazy fiend. Before I jump in, I shoot one rocket at his plump body. The water is delightfully cold. The dry air and crazy temperatures in this arid land are excruciating, so a refreshing dive was bliss. This bliss could not last longer, as I hear a maniac laughter exploding above me. It is clear why he is laughing; Bullets are raining into the water, zooming past my ears. A few times I got hit, but no fatal injury. I am now under the bridge where the fat man can’t see me. Both to my left and right are entrances to sewers. Knowing that the right entrance would bring me back to my own base, I take the left one, in hopes of a surprise entrance.
As I take two corners, I see a first aid kit. Finally, I was able to treat my wounds and happily did so. With my body properly functioning again, I push on in the sewers. At the end of this passage, I can see a flight of stairs. Just as I arrive, I see a man coming down the stairs. He is wearing a mask and a flamethrower and he yells something incomprehensible. He unleashes his flaming fury upon me and I am engulfed in flames. I turn around in hopes to escape, but he is faster than me. At the end where I came from, I can see our platoon’s doctor coming at me and I call out for him. Knowing that I would be safe, I turn back and decide to fight the masked man. One rocket. Miss. Two rockets. A full body shot, but still alive. Three rockets. Hit him with the blast. Damnit, out of rockets. I stash away my trusty weapon and pull out my emergency shotgun. Only one shot is needed to kill him. Still engulfed in flames, I look back at my incoming doctor. He is running at me and I’m safe once more. I walk forward, knowing that the doctor can catch up. Just as I put my foot on the first stair, all of my muscles tense. I feel a cold object destroying my spine and my body starts to relax. As I fall to the ground, I catch a glimpse of my killer: A man in a suit carrying a knife and a doctor’s coat.
Darkness falls around me as I close my eyes. My battle is over, I can sleep now.
I open my eyes. The familiar grey chamber and the people I am so familiar with all are around me.
(English isn't my first language)-------------------------------------------------------------------
I open my eyes. The familiar grey chamber and the people I am so familiar with all are around me.
For a split second, I am rendered immobile, but now we charge out of the door together. I’ve been here before, the wooden boards of the main hall. One corridor goes deeper into the building; the other one has an exit sign over it. I know that I have no business in the building, so I follow my yelling comrades outside to my left. It is quite peculiar how there is but a very small amount of time in the moment of battle to take in your surroundings, but that small moment was engraved on my mind.
I noticed that I was on the second floor of our building. Below me was the open field of dirt. Through it ran a small strip of water, which divided the area in two segments. On the other side of the river was a building, not that different from our own. It was blue and a large ‘2’ was painted on the front. The two pieces of land were joined together with a narrow bridge, spanning over the river. The bridge had a roof, but it was too far for me to jump on. The whole area smelled like dirt and the air was dry. I see men in blue clothing emerging from the other building. That was my mission: Gather the information that was secured in that base and return it, for the greater good. Many would die, and I was no exception. I was prepared. I was strong.
I was scared.
This moment however, could not last. I see a young boy, no older than 25, jumping on the bridge. He’s closing in on me, aiming his gun at me. He is so fast, so agile. In times of war, you have to suppress your emotions, or you will not live a long life. I pulled the trigger and felt the knockback on my shoulder. The rocket emerges from the beast I am carrying and it is heading straight for the young man. It hits. A full shot to his body and I hear his cries. Limbs fly around and blood spatters onto my red uniform. Did I just… Kill a boy? There is no time for my heart to speak, only my mind. Pushing on, I jump down the platform and am now on the ground. Dust rises up as I land and I start to cough. Goddamnit, what did I get myself into? The hardest part would come now: crossing the bridge.
As I look up and walk onto the bridge, I see a fat Russian man on the other side of the bridge. He carries a huge gun and my legs give up. They knew I could never win this fight, and I agreed. He smiles at me with a wicked grin and points his gun at me. There isn’t much time, I have to get out. Jumping into the water seems like the only escape I have from this crazy fiend. Before I jump in, I shoot one rocket at his plump body. The water is delightfully cold. The dry air and crazy temperatures in this arid land are excruciating, so a refreshing dive was bliss. This bliss could not last longer, as I hear a maniac laughter exploding above me. It is clear why he is laughing; Bullets are raining into the water, zooming past my ears. A few times I got hit, but no fatal injury. I am now under the bridge where the fat man can’t see me. Both to my left and right are entrances to sewers. Knowing that the right entrance would bring me back to my own base, I take the left one, in hopes of a surprise entrance.
As I take two corners, I see a first aid kit. Finally, I was able to treat my wounds and happily did so. With my body properly functioning again, I push on in the sewers. At the end of this passage, I can see a flight of stairs. Just as I arrive, I see a man coming down the stairs. He is wearing a mask and a flamethrower and he yells something incomprehensible. He unleashes his flaming fury upon me and I am engulfed in flames. I turn around in hopes to escape, but he is faster than me. At the end where I came from, I can see our platoon’s doctor coming at me and I call out for him. Knowing that I would be safe, I turn back and decide to fight the masked man. One rocket. Miss. Two rockets. A full body shot, but still alive. Three rockets. Hit him with the blast. Damnit, out of rockets. I stash away my trusty weapon and pull out my emergency shotgun. Only one shot is needed to kill him. Still engulfed in flames, I look back at my incoming doctor. He is running at me and I’m safe once more. I walk forward, knowing that the doctor can catch up. Just as I put my foot on the first stair, all of my muscles tense. I feel a cold object destroying my spine and my body starts to relax. As I fall to the ground, I catch a glimpse of my killer: A man in a suit carrying a knife and a doctor’s coat.
Darkness falls around me as I close my eyes. My battle is over, I can sleep now.
I open my eyes. The familiar grey chamber and the people I am so familiar with all are around me.
