Interactive Combat Story: The Calm Before The Storm

By Brandon Neff

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Your trench provides little protection against a large number of enemy soldiers. A single well-placed grenade will end your war very quickly. Tugging on Private Bernson’s sleeve, you motion for him to follow you out of the trench and he reluctantly nods.

You fire a quick volley towards the darkness and rise up, sprinting on weary legs towards a cover and concealment. After a few steps, you hear several shots and you are cut down by incoming fire. Hot blood trickles from your mouth and you gasp for air, your lungs filling with fluid. You struggle on your hands and knees for a moment, your eyes fixated on Pvt. Bernson’s hand, reaching out to you. And then the darkness takes you.

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