Zivry

My career as a war correspondent was on its spring but my life seeming closer to its ultimate end. Like I kept on discovering what I signed up for. But in the middle of a full-blown war, there’s no turning back. It was the 9th of July, after series of gruesome battles consisting of heavy artilleries like I’ve never seen before. The red coats finally drove those yellow monsters out of these bordering communities, it was a quick retreat. My heart could finally rest just a while before another moribund experience. But what these monsters left was ruin of humanity. Upon reclaiming our lost grounds, we met the remains of a collision of helpless civilians with wild animals. They tortured civilians in many villagers, nailed lots on barn doors. In a farmland, just further down the road stood a cart to which 3 naked women were nailed through their hands like a crucifix. I almost threw up, but beyond we found a total of 67 women and an old man murdered in such bestial manner. Exceptions were ...