In the Rain

I slip in the mud, trying to stand up. I need to get out of here, the smell of the bodies is overwhelming and I can feel my stomach doing flips. I try not to look at their faces as I run to get away, try to ignore that everyone around me is dead. I focus on moving, running, getting away, being anywhere but in this place. The cold is getting to me, the rain falling from the skies like all the angels in heaven were weeping for the dead around me. I couldn't tell if anyone else was still alive, I didn't want to take the time to find out. I hadn't heard a shot in what seemed like forever, yet the last shot seemed to have only happened seconds ago. Time had no meaning to me anymore, all I could hear was the screams of the dead, painfully loud in their silence.
I could see water, I was close to being away. Something grabbed my leg, and I shook it off without looking back, I didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to see what had happened to him. I was at the water, and I shrugged off the jacket and extra layers of clothing we'd all been wearing. The rain pelted my skin like bullets, but I didn't even notice anymore. I jumped in, and let the water cover me. Instead of swimming away, I went down. Down into the blackness where I belonged, I couldn't run away from this - I knew that already. It would be with me forever, and I would do anything to be away from it. I opened my mouth, and screamed to let out the agony. When I took a breath, the water joined me in death, and everything went away.