*Bang*!
*Bang*!
*Bang*!
Bullets flew past as they hit a wall, making holes with the intention of destroying the wall, and behind the wall was Carl. Carl was a man in his thirties who worked as a mercenary for twenty-five years. And this would be his last gig.
He signed up to fight in a civil war because the pay was good and now they were all surrounded.
Every ally around him was dead as he hid behind the wall that surprisingly tanked the bullets well. The enemies were closing in, and he had no way of running since in front of him was a dead end, and behind him were soldiers who were trying to kill him.
The gunshots got louder and louder as the enemies came closer to the wall.
"Well, this is how I die... I always thought it would either be old age or a massive explosion" Carl thought. He knew his job always put him at death's door, but he didn't want to die like this; he didn't want to die at all any time soon.
"If I am about to die, I might as well take some down with me," he said as he loaded his gun and stood from his hiding place, only able to take two out of the sixteen guys shooting him before his body got riddled with bullet holes.
As he lay on the ground with tears running down his eyes and breathing desperately through his hole-ridden lungs
" I don't want to die... *Huff**Huff*....I...don't...want...to." His final words did not fully come out before the light jn his eyes extinguished.
Carl fell down hard. He couldn't see who dropped him because it was all darkness. "Where am I? Wait how am I alive?" He asked himself trying to touch the holes he felt in his body before he died. "Is this possible" he continued to ask himself he could move his neck and felt mucus covering his face
Trying to remove it by dragging his face on the ground what met him was the smell of wet grass and a green lush field field with deer that galloped around leisurely after the mucus got removed.
*Sniff* *Sniff*
*Sniff* *Sniff*
His new mother, deer, sniffed her new cub, who looked lost in the new world; although he looked different from all the other dears she had seen, his scent reassured her. Her maternal instincts kicked in to stay close to her cub before he grew up and joined the herd as an adult.
Carl, forcing strength in his legs to try and at least stand up, failed miserably as his legs wobbled before giving up on him, not even taking a single step.
After a few tries and the help and encouragement of his mother, he was finally able to stand up and take a few steps, albeit slowly.
He took his first step "I'm doing it!" He screamed in joy. He repeated that phrase until he started running with the wind blowing against his face creating a wonderful experience for him who used to be human.
He wondered how he became a deer and where he was, but all of that was useless right now, and all he cared about was he was alive.
Fifteen years he had been a deer, grazing the field chasing the wind and avoiding predators together with the herd. It might be called an idle life but Carl was content with it. This was like a break from fighting, bloodshed, and bills, the one thing that made him live as a mercenary.
He was thankful that he hadn't seen any humans around. "Maybe this place was prohibited from humans, or maybe humans have gone extinct," he sometimes thought to explain why he didn't see any humans.
Maybe it was the fact that there is a large forest that separates the fields from the outside world he might never know.