Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-30105631-20161102095521

The night terrors come again. When he sleeps, he sees a soldier stepping on a land-mine, a crowd of men slashing swords at each other, a man with a musket aiming a weapon at him. And he still feels the bullet that long ago tore his shoulder open. The wound is faded, leaving nothing but a scar, but somehow he believes it is still there.

He is the one who runs from the living and the dead.

A man is coming over the hill. The veteran sees him, and his skin goes white with fear. In his mind, he sees a maniac running with a sword, a soldier with a gun, and he grabs the rifle.

Some faint voice in his head reminds him that the doctor had whispered to him that day. The doctor had told him: ''I know you're a target. You've taken lead and the mafia will want to kill you. I'm coming to visit you tonight. I'll help you survive.''

But the night terrors overpower this voice, making it fall into the background.

He aims the rifle at the figure and pulls the trigger. The man slumps, his body going limp instantly, and the veteran lowers his rifle.

He goes to sleep, but still the night terrors persist. And so, with his rifle in hand, he sees a second person coming over the hill. He levels his gun, chambers a bullet, and finally, he smiles.

End of Veteran story.