20 April 2012
I march with the crowd, my flag flying high. It is our symbol of peace. I watch people get shot down all around me. The people on the rooftops painting the flag of the rebellion over our tri-coloured flag are dropping like flies.
I hear the chants of those around me, I'm joining in but to my ears it's muffled. The adrenaline coursing through my body prevents me to do anything but march and shout.
I realise how the men in the Battle of the Somme must have felt. Watching their family and friends get shot down beside them. But you walk on, you have to walk on. You have to stay strong for your fellow rebels.
You walk over body's, a carpet of fresh corpses. Men, women, children. The snipers don't care, they only care for their own jobs and well-being.
I march faster, and shout louder. Why don't the government see how amazing our proposed way of life is? It has moved up a bit in the government. It's solved unemployment and poverty. Its won a Nobel Peace Prize. No one in our country would go hungry under the rebel rule.
Suddenly, I feel something pierce my chest. A bullet through the heart. I have the strength to say one last line. And I'm not going to waste that.
"Fascism is the way forward!", I shout with my final breath,"Hiel Hitler!"
Rebellion • Opuss № I