Trench

/ Somwhere in the world of gesia where magic spells and the fire of guns are a daily commodity on the frontlines/

ZoOm..BoOm

ZoOm..BoOm

ZoOm..BoOM

Fuck that one was close, I turn left looking for my squad mate in the trench, and immediately I turn away tears in my eyes, dead, definitely dead there is no way he survived that, one of the shrapnel shards of the artillery shell got him dead in the eye, I hear the sound of blood gushing, out like a water fountain but much more disturbing. I try to vomit but after we got separated from the supply line for more than 6 days after the attack of a squadron of dragons there wasn’t much left for me to eat, so the only thing that was coming out of my mouth was the sound of emptiness

I want to go home...I want to see my family..I..I...

ZoOm…BoOm

I flinch, I could swear the Artillery shells are getting more precise after every second,

I try to grab my gun without looking at the corpse of my squad mate, the moment my fingertips grace the cold steel of my weapon

I feel something wet, I shudder knowing what it was. I close my eyes and stand up my hand around my gun, planning to never let it go.

I try to rub the blood of my hands on my already dirty pants and after that i climb out and run faster than i ever did before...

...Ziiiiiip...splash....

/ the Cover art belongs to the kikstarter campaign of Interbellum RPG /