Matt

Hey, I'm writing a story, I think some of this makes more sense in my head than it does written down so if it makes no sense tell me. Also I need help with description and setting.

I was young then. Not physically young; but mentally young. I was filled with lust, for the glory that came with the war. What glory could be greater than being called a hero? Yet, it was nothing I had expected. I felt older that day. Again not physically older but mentally, older. The feeling of age came over me, as the bullets and the flames rained down upon my friends. I watched them die. I watched them all die. I had a realization that day. A realization that no glory came from the war. I almost felt like an old man, sitting in a hospital bed utterly unable to move or do anything to stop death from coming towards him. Death came towards me too. Death was small and metal, and although death came to me at high speeds, I saw it come in slow motion. My body wouldn't react, wouldn't move, I couldn't do a thing to stop death from piercing my heart. I felt myself falling to the ground, it was strange getting shot. I didn't feel any pain whatsoever. I fell to the ground and died.

Or not.

Am I alive?

The man woke up with a jump. The man tried to catch his breath but the smell of gunpowder filled his lungs. He could not hear anything except a loud ringing noise in his head. Remembering where he was, he looked around seeing nothing but the dead bodies of his fellow soldiers. Their usually blue uniforms were stained red. He searched his own body but could not find a bullet hole and did not feel any blood. The body of a boy with a bullet hole in his chest was laying next to him.

"My Brother. That boy is my brother why is my brother.. dead. I should be dead. not him."

The man looked down at his brother, his face seemed peaceful his eyes were closed almost as if he was asleep.

"My Brother is too young to die. He's only 18. It should have been me."

The man reached down and stroked his brother's face. He stood up and began looking around fro a different clearing. He was going to give his brother a proper burial. Before he found a proper burial spot the man heard something. It was the sound of footsteps and the sound of dogs barking. The man immediately assumed it was enemy soldiers especially because the people approaching were speaking German. They were fighting the Germans, and the face that they had dogs most likely meant they were soldiers. Soldiers using attack dogs.

The man quickly began to run. He would try to hide himself in the surrounding forest. It was hard for the man inside. He felt as if he had nothing left to live for, and now he was running for his life.

"Everyone was dead. Stuck out here alone. I don't know where to go. am i really alive or is this hell?"

The sound of barking dogs came out from the entrance to the forest.

He ran as fast as he could but he would often trip or crash into a tree. He could not see very well because he was very dizzy. They were following me. I could hear voices but I couldn't understand them well. only a few words they taught us in training camp, such as Beute which meant "kill" and Jagd which meant "hunt". It was clear, the dogs had picked up my scent

The man had to run. Or it would be over. But his body suffering from exhaustion would not move anymore. The man didn't want to die. Especially from these Germans.

"It would be better if i could end this on my own terms rather than a firing squad." he said to himself.

The man sat down leaning against a tree, pulled out his 10mm military issue pistol and aimed at his own head. The man looked up at the sky and saw the moon.

What a beautiful moon. I want this moon to be the last image I see before I die. On the count of three now. One...two..three..

There was a loud howl from a wolf.

That was a beautiful noise...a great last noise to hear. Once more now. One...two...three I didn't really understand what was happening because i was looking up at the moon but I felt cold sharp teeth close on my hand forcing me drop my pistol. It hurt so much the pain clouded my eyes. The pain slowly overtook me and I fell into darkness. At least this was still a better way to die than facing a firing squad...

I woke up fast, and immediately stood up. I was surprised. surprised to still be alive. there were bite marks on my hand but the wounds were licked clean.

The man soon realizes that he is in a cave. He walks out side of the cave and finds himself on a very high mountain.

I must have been dragged really far. Who..or what dragged me?

The Man was standing alone on a very high mountain, below the mountain was surrounded by a very thick forest that seemed to stretch on for miles. Although it was barely visible at this distance, the man could just see the clearing outside the forest where his battle had taken place. The man and his company had tried to ambush the enemy by jumping out of the forest, and at first it seemed to be working but there were just too many of them. The enemy over came them and as far as he knew The man was the only survivor. A single tear began to role down The man's face. The man saw movement down there, but even from this distance he could see that they were enemy soldiers. They would walk around checking every body they found. If they found a survivor they would be shot on the spot. It was a complete extermination. Taking no prisoners at all. More tears ran down his face. slightly down the hill behind some thick brush, back near where the cave was the man heard some growling and a howling noise. He slid down the steep hill almost tripping several times. He pushes his way through the brush and finds a gun. A sniper rile to be exact. It wasn't his, it was his brothers gun. Just laying there. Without even thinking twice the man picks it up, seeing that it was loaded, walks back up the hill. He aims at the men shooting his friends. He was no sniper but the bullets he fired always hit their marks this time. He must've been miles away but each and every bullet landed. He shot five bullets and killed five men. The rest of the men not hit by a bullet scattered. The man put down his brothers gun and ran all the several miles distance to the clearing where he had just been shooting at and where his brother lay dead. He looked at his brother for a minute...picked him up and carried him a short distance, to another clearing. there he dug up a small hole and dumped his brothers body inside. The man felt had a grim look on his face, but inside he felt next to nothing. He was too tired, hungry, and thirsty to be sad right now. He finished filling up the hole kneeled down and said a prayer for his brother. While saying the prayer he heard some short and quick barks behind him back at the original clearing. He walked backwards and there was the wolf. He walked toward one of the bodies and began to nudge it. The body began to let out a groaning noise, making the man jump. "I'm not the only survivor" the man said out loud. The man recognized the other man laying on the ground. His name was Wesley Snipes..and as his name implies he was their unit's sniper. Snipes one bullet in his right shoulder. He wouldnt be able to shoot a sniper rifle well but he would live. For now he could probably handle a pistol if it was necessary. The man gave snipes all his remaining water and then began collecting water off some of the dead men in his unit while simultaneously checking if there were any more survivors. There weren't any.

The man collected what food and water he could from all the dead soldiers and wrapped it up in a satchel. He gave some water and some food to Wesley so he could recover a bit and then a small amount of bread to the wolf. The wolf starred at him with intense eyes. The wolves eyes appeared to be a black hole that filled with a pit of flames. However intimidating the wolf was, the man looked the wolf straight in the eyes, back. Then the wolf backed off a little...but then snatched up the bread with his mouth and walked off. The man put Wesley over his shoulder and walked back the several miles to the cave where the wolf had brought him before. Now back at the cave the man began removing the bullet from Wesley's shoulder. He was still asleep so he didnt thrash around in pain too much, but he did start to yell in agony for a little but calmed down quite a bit once the bullets was out. The man wrapped up his shoulder and used a small amount of water to wash away some of the blood and clean Wesley's wound. the man left the cave to get some air. He began to light a cigarette that he took off one of the soldiers and with Wesley's lighter, when he found himself yet again face to face with the wolf. For a second the man and the wolf starred off at each other again.The man continued to smoke his cigarette. A tree branch snapped somewhere to the left of where the man was standing He looked away to see what it was and he saw 3 men approaching, climbing up the steep hill. I guess they had found him. He looked back at the wolf. but the wolf was gone. The man reacted quickly running back into the cave getting his gun. He ran back to the entrance of the cave crouching down and pushing his back against the wall and poking his head slightly out so he could see the men coming. He waited another minute. In the minute he took another few puffs of his cigarette. The cigarette helped him clam down his nerves. The first man climbed up, the man jumped out and fired. He fired three shots. All three hit. The enemy soldier fell right back down the cliff The man hid himself behind the wall again. He watched for another minute, but nothing came. a bullet zoomed past the man's face and hit the stone wall of the cave. he was nearly killed. The man ducked down quickly dogging another bullet and rolled away. He retreated farther into the cave and tried to get his bearings, but before he could even do that another shot fired this time hitting him in the left arm. He ran back into the cave even farther. He went back far enough so the enemies would have to come inside the cave to be able to see him. A few minutes passed, and he saw two men come to the entrance of the cave. They had their guns aimed forward, they couldn't see the man, but he could see them. He fired two shots. One for each man. The first shot hit the enemy soldier's head killing him instantly. The second shot missed. The enemy soldier who lived shouted and began firing his entire clip on where he had heard the gun shot. The man hadn't expected to miss and he didn't move. several of the shots hit the man.