A symphony of explosions reverberated. Music to my ears. Paradoxically, the chaos offers peace, except when you're the target.
Bullets bombard the car's armored plating. Desperately, I maneuver in every direction possible to avoid the hail of gunfire.
Part of me longs to explain my actions to my former comrades. But they wouldn't side with me. They haven't seen what I have.
Images of enslaved cities overrun by corpses race through my mind.
Through the dictator's car window, his familiar visage appears. My foot steps on the accelerator, propelling the car on a collision course with a mantra,
For Liberty.
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Write to Rank 2023 Submissions
ActionAll of my submissions for the Write to Rank 2023 competition.