Intense Long Dream

Date: 10/29/2021

This was set well into the future, maybe 40 to 50 years or so. I was attending highschool and was a a senior. This highschool however was divided into two, based off some stark political beliefs. Each side of the school gets eachother. I was one the cross country team. We were super good and significantly better than the other school. Furthermore, I was apart of a group of four, all boys, who were the fastest kids on the team. We ran hard and fast. One day a war broke out. I don’t by who or what for, but it was violent. Each side of the school choose different sides in the war, and although there wasn’t fighting at the school, there was brutal fighting on the front. The four other boys and I, consisting of a current teammate on my college ultra running team, an highschool acquaintance from the cross country team, and two other runners, we were all drafted into the war. The five of us were very close knit and well bonded. We traveled to many different battles over a long course of time. We were all snipers for the most part. Only engaging in long distance battle. This is how most of the battles went, not that scary or close to death. Then came one fateful day. There was a battle way up in the mountains, they were so sharp and devoid of life, it reminded me of the Dolomites in Italy. My one friend on the team and I stuck together, as for the other three I was sure where they were but they were fun I felt. My friend and I snuck into an enemy camp quickly shooting the few people there, but then enemy soldiers started pouring over the ridge line . We picked them off one by one with our sniper guns but they kept coming. It started to get overwhelming and we were increasingly outnumbered. My friend and I were pushed towards this massive towering cliff which paralleled the steep slope we were currently fighting on. Outnumbered and out of space to run, we began traversing the cliff. It was probably low fifth class, but the rock quality was really bad conglomerate, many chunky braking off after you grab them. We traversed out as far as we could and found some holes in the cliff to hide in. Then out of no where the other three on our team appeared and climbed over to us. Whatever, and wherever they were fighting, they were also forced to retreat to here. The five of us clinging to a cliff, trying to stay out of site of the enemy. It wasn’t looking good. I thought about how we were all going to be shot to death and brutally fall thousands of feet from the cliff. I wanted to keep running but there was no where to run. We couldn’t fight because we had ditched our weapons to be able to climb across the cliff. Everyone was having different reactions. I was thinking about how the world and my parents would understand our deaths and that we fought hard for our cause, but ultimately died a horrible death full of fear. One teammate was crying, another silent, we were all teary eyed, waiting for our deaths. Then I told the team how much I loved them and how fun the journey had been. We all fist-bumped and started to cry. Then one of the kids I didn’t know well got shot out of no where. It was violent. He fell far, out of sight. But then the dream jumped forward. We had been captured but we were still going to be killed off. The enemy had an ability to cast down lightening strikes so they were going to kill us via lightning. We all spread out, we didn’t know the order of who was going to get killed. Boom. Crack of thunder. There went my friend on the team. I winced and closed my eyes waiting to die. Boom, there went the highschool acquaintance. I kept my eyes closed waiting to die, but more thunder never came. I opened my eyes, and so did my final teammate. The enemies were gone. We were free! However we didn’t know where we were, had no gear, or food and water. We were stuck in this post war torn city as well, destroyed. Then this creepy man came out of nowhere. He had a massive knife and started talking about how we should’ve left already and now we’re going to die. My teammate tried talking sense to him but it wasn’t working. Then all of sudden my teammate pulls out a knife and stabs the man in his back. He keeps doing this until the man is dead. I don’t say much because it needed to be down. He walks over to me, puts the knife back in his pocket, and we begin walking. We don’t know where to or if we even have a chance of survival, but us two have endured a lot so far, so maybe we’ll make it. The sun poetically sets as we begin our new journey.