The explosion shook the earth, a scream as someone was flung through the air, and random gun fire seemed to fill the air.
"Forwards! Forwards!" Someone was yelling, a whistle blew, and a shell screamed straight into the make shift barricade, matchsticks and the dark smell of sulphur seemed to fill the air for a second, then nearly everyone went over the top, as random squads had lost there leaders and were having to cover the advancing, mortar and shell fire almost drowned out the constant sound of guns going off, someone was screaming,
Then Chris fell out of bed, he gasped several times, the scream and noise echoing quietly round his head, he felt his chin to see if there was any stubble, there wasn't much, and he could feel himself shaking, obviously he should have been as wise as Sub-culture and spaced out the requested five years service in the Ghostland-plains rather than doing it all in one go, but he, Chris, had done it, and so it could not be undone, and it could not be unseen. From downstairs came the gentle "flap flap" noise of the postman throwing the mail through the mail slot, and Chris moved towards the stairs,
There was mail upon the top, but one caught his eye, it had a lion imprinted on it's front, Chris instantly flew down the stairs. It is easier to say he fell, but somehow he landed on his feet, thus he flew.
Chris reached for the letter and for a moment he thought he might be able to open it, then for some strange reason the world suddenly went dark, he spun round and for a moment he thought he saw a person, then the floor became a wall in the fact that it had become upright, and then it became quite black.