Beneath your skin, there is a war cry

..The real scary story are those that happen in real life...

WAR CRY

Jamar clenched his fist and took off. He kept his tears inside. The war is yet done. He took Marquez’s dog tag and hid it in his calf pocket. He crouched to avoid the unwanted bullets on the way. The noise deafened Jamar’sJamar’s ears after another bomb took off. A deafening silence took over his hearing. He stumbled on the dry dirt, unable to balance himself. Jamar’s tears turned to rage and applied the urge in the battle; he made use of his keen dark eyes and shot Bang! An enemy from the other side. Clean hit. He dropped his chest low on the ground and reloaded the rifle with malice in his eyes. He crawled on the dry soil, dragging his body low so as to avoid the flying bullets left and right. Then a foot stomped him stopped, it felt as though he was a helpless worm between the beak of a bird. Jamar can feel the pressure on the pressing foot of the man on his back.