The heavy layer of opaque storm-clouds continued to roll over the scene as arcs and flashes of light shot across the site, creating unnecessarily blatant and audible, "BANG!"s, in their wake; trying and failing to enduce a harmony with the rapid gunfire and howling screams nearby.

Towards the edge of the display, fragments of one of the latest brick pile additions to the new chaotic quarry; better known as the recently deceased housing estate 'Northwing Ave', scattered down the side of the pile making its way towards the rough ground that having been scarred and bruised by a myriad of different concentrations of gunpowder and unordally impaled by all manners of scrap amunition sections and various grenade components had lost it's right to be called a road.

Eventually, as the conflict continued on in the background, a scattering of smaller rubbel and mortar dust followed the fragments down in it's decent.

At the beginning it was if a warm spring's rain had opened a new trickle of water down to the sea but by the end the flow of dust, fragments, components and brick coming off of the pile would easily be compared to a small dam breaking apart, and at the end of the unnatural disaster as the flow of liquid dust and pebbles lost it's flow something extrordinarily unexpected happened.

A hand... A hand rose out from the pile of rubbel pushing aside more and more of the collapsed building aside as it squirmed it's way to the few strands of faint golden light that had managed to sneak their way past the near impenatreble defenses of the storm.

As it were wrapped with layers upon layers of dust and covered with an assortment of various wounds and bruises you would be forgiven for saying that it were a hand of one of the many fallen souls that this excuse for a day has brought upon the earth, yet by saying those very words you would already be wrong. For this hand as wounded and mutilated as it was belonged with a soul further into the depths than most but still, by the definition, very much alive! Proven further by the fact that the undead-esque hand was similary followed by an equally battered head of one most unfortunate soul.

*Cough!* *Wheeze!* 

Struggling to maneuver the rest of their body from the makeshift tomb, the human coughed and wheezed as the dust that had been inhaled into its lungs only just now with unmeasurable effort and persistance was dislodged and freed into the heavy air.

Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, the human had finished extracting the excuse of a body from the tomb and was proceeding to massage its sore and mistreated limbs hoping to mold them back into shape. "~what, happened to me?", a feeble but distinctively male sounding voice came from the man's mouth. 

An intelligent voice would often tell you that someone is sentient yet there was no denying the fact that the man, with his long dirt-filled hair  and looks straight from a vintage horror film, looked more ghoul than man at this point in time.

Painfully, the man stood up and focused on the situation at hand.

"W-where am I? *cough* Why can't I remember anything? What's going on?!", cried the man as he realised that whilst he was entombed in the pile of bricks and timber he had suffered from a rarther severe case of amnesia.

All of a sudden the jarring clatter of gunfire assaulted his ears instinctively causing the man to dive behind the pile as he avoided the hail of bullets that followed.

"Fuck! I'm being shot at! Why is this happening!? Think. Think!", the man cried out in confusion as he looked around for somewhere to hide a get a firm grasp on the situation. But unfortunately for the man there was no safe haven on this battlefield as the car-sized dents in the ground promised the existence of heavy artillery. 

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Suddenly, out the corner of his tearful eye the man finally noticed it. His salvation! Whether it was his delusion from suddenly being thrust into danger or that his mind was so broken that any source of life were a source of hope for the man, he immediately ran towards the group of men screaming and waving his arms around madly to gain their attention. It turned out to be one of the worst decisions of the man's life.

"Help! Over here! HELP!", the man was closer now and finally got a good view of the people. They were  group of seven covered head to toe in dirty black gear with a menacing gas-mask positioned over their faces. On their right arms was a crimson insignia of a phoenix wrapping the world in its fire.

The insignia seamed to be familiar to the man but as he couldn't think of how it could possibly be familiar to him he let it go and decided instead that it would be a greater use of his time to explain his situation to these people and hope for the best.

"Halt!", one of the masked soldiers commanded as they raised the barrel of their assault rifle to meet the man's chest.

The man, with a heart hopeful for safety, complied and stood on the spot staring into the opaque eye shields of the masque, ignoring the fact that a rifle was pressed against himself.

Motioning to two of his colleagues the masked soldier walked behind the man and quickly forced his weak arms into a painful position and faced the man towards one side whilst the masked soldier and two of his men stood behind him.

"Ouch! Let me go!", the man shouted and struggled in the grasp of the soldier but it was to no avail as the soldiers vice-like grip wasn't budging.

As if to silence the man, the barrel of the assault rifle in the soldier's other hand pointed towards the man's head.

"What are you going to do now?! Ha! What can you do? We have one of the citizens you swore to protect. With him as our hostage you can't do anything!",

It was only as these words sunk in did the man finally acknowledge the existence of another group of people further down the road, dressed in pristine military grade armour with their guns trained on the soldiers in black.

 As the masked soldier and his accomplices laughed manically the sound of a lone gunshot was heard, whizzing across the battle field before flying true directly into the newly awakened man's shoulder.

Although there was a delay as the absurdity of the situation repeated it's truth inside the man's retinas he finally conceded to the fact that he had been shot .

"AAAAHHHH!.", the man screamed as he fell down in agony whilst clutching his shoulder with his uninjured arm's hand. The ear-splitting screams of the man were quickly overpowered by the continuation of the battle he had stumbled into before the screams eventually stopped altogether...

But the conflict continued.