Chapter 1 Rewrite V.1

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Today was supposed to be a good day.

But it wasnt.

Today i was supposed to be happy.

Yet why do feel so furious?

Today.... I was supposed to reunite with my friends...no brothers in arms.

But why are they dead?

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Theres a lot for me to share realy....i had few notable expiriences yet those set expiriences where quite enougth for me

First my job,i am a english teacher i work 6-8 hours per day and the rest is either chores or free time wich i use like any normal adult does...... By looking up memes on the internet

Second family i call my parents every weekend or so to check on them, every other week i visit them

Now you may be wondering about all those... questions i asked

Lets just say i have.... A side job
That side job involved me being a sorta legal mercenary again sorta legal

Today i was on a rare vacation day back at my old hometown with my equaly old parents.... As i said before today was supposed to be a good day but it fucking wasnt

And to top it all of my squad/team/party /brothers etc where coming to greet me after a month of being away

I shoud have known better  : to keep my guard up, to listen to that sickening feeling of paranoia yet i didnt and it costed me

Why? simple! when your a mercenary legal or not you make enemies and those enemies will strike when you least expect it, cliche i know but its the truth

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Simply put : I got atacked.

They captured my father the spitefull old bastard he was killed 2 of the men that tried to kidnap him (most likely to lure me and it did)

So like good son i was i called up my squad geared the fuck up and went to rescue my papa! (and then called the Police somone had to guard mom)

Yeah no
This was real fucking life and in here your enemies come prepared
We were outnumbered 5 to 1
We lost .

my squad died.

I dont know where dad is but he escaped.

I was running trougth the woods like a coward, bullets grazed my side, i
doged a few (like the legend i was) but a sniper shot to the leg was enougth to make me have a very personal meeting with the ground and a stick

"ALL OF THIS FOR ONE FUCKING MERCENARY?"

I asked outloud the enemy's only response i got what looked a weird grenade cartoon bomb fusion

"What the fuck?" i asked nobody in particular

It landed next to my hip and detonated

In my final moments i saw my lower half or whats left of it landing not to far away from me

I looked down to see my guts.

Fucking eww.

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And now here we are

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