To Die or Not to Die
“AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” Both my brother and I screamed out in the dead of the night. The pain was intolerable and we were begging for some kind of relief from this seemingly never ending scene from Hell.
Well before I start there, let me tell you exactly why I was in pain. Twelve days ago, both my brother and I, feeling a particular hatred towards the Total Government Control Act, snuck out to the battlefield from the alien war 10 years ago. There, we fell into some slimy, malleable material and unbeknownst to us, we brought back a non contagious, airborne virus in our bodies, while we were breathing in the germ infested air. Day by day, the world watched as our health deteriorated, while the government doctors worked furiously to synthesize a vaccine to this seemingly deadly disease so that if anyone else did contract it, they could cure them. It seemed, however, that any kind of cure, natural or not, was to leave the host’s body paralyzed for life. My brother and I were essentially guinea pigs for the government.
My brother and I are identical twins, so identical that not even our parents could tell us apart. All through our lives, we’ve had a special connection of sorts. We were so linked to each other that we felt what the other felt in times of duress. While we were growing up, our parents taught us religious beliefs that hung with us to this day. We were both God fearing and believed that this vaccine was the punishment for our sins. We also believed that belief in God would help get us through this ordeal.
It seemed as the government enforced medication was doing us no good. Regardless of that, my brother was doing considerably better than I was, being able to talk freely and even sit up at times. For me however, it was a struggle to talk and I was stuck laying in one position for the last day and a half.
“Hey,” my brother called out
“Yeah what’s up?” I replied
“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead yet,” he responded jokingly.
“I’ll make sure to last longer than you,” I retorted.
“In your dreams.”
That statement brought up a sense of nostalgia. I remembered those fateful battles 10 years ago that the both of us were forced into by the hated, overbearing government.We were the last two left in our squadron left against hundreds of aliens. We were both silent as we reminisced and as we looked at each other and nodded, we decided to take out as many of the alien scum as we could.
We started shooting and pushing ahead and little by little we were making progress. Then it...