Drömma

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Drömma Dreaming Logger — Coleção de Sonhos — Sonhário
Wartime / Ryan Alexander

I joined the army and was staying in a small building on the side of a steep hill with about 5 or 6 other men. We could see the whole city from up there. Above was forest and below was the port and beyond, the rest of the city. Normally ships would come in and out, but the enemy had landed and was taking their positions in the port buildings. I got my gun, pants, a fuzzy camoflage liner vest, a hooded fuzzy jacket that was optional, and the outside jacket with lots of pockets and stuff. The vest was kind of blue camoflage which I thought was weird. When do you need blue? I guess it's on the inside so you never see it.



Night fell and we had to take down some of the enemy in the port. From our vantage on the hill, through the gun scope, I could see them moving about busily in the yellow glow of the port lights. Did they know I was there? I moved closer in. At this point I wasn't thinkng about if it was right to kill another person, only about survival, because I knew that I would be dead if I didn't shoot. My army-mates went down into the port. I was the sniper. This is usually the position I take in videogames. I killed a few men. and the rest fled. That was all we could do for the night. Time to get some sleep. We went back up the hill throught the forest to avoid detection. Were we followed? I was constantly worried. Back in the building with the men. everyone seemed so relaxed, leaving the door open. I wanted to close it. Someone could see the light and easily kill all of us.