A few days the siren was ringing, and everyone sought for their safest shelter, not their homes definitely.
The atmosphere was tense. The bristle of the woods could be heard almost immediately since they were on an empty land, not entirely, but had no infrastructure at least. All around the soldiers were stones and rubbles, clear evidence upon weeks of massive bombings and months of invasions. It seemed that this place used to be a luxurious mansion, for an elegant white gate was to be seen. However, it was of no more use now, for all had reduced to piles of debris to be cleared away. Such a prime land probably had its price dropped so tremendously or even scares some.
Ironically, the trees brought alive by the people of the past mansion were the sole survivors, while the vulnerable people might have perished in these fallen roof tops, and piercing sharp woods.
The soldiers stormed through the uneven pathway, unaware if they are the ones searching for survivals, or the ones who had caused this sorry state. It was a deadly peacefulness all around the area, only the strongest and bravest shall survive. The soldiers were fully armed, with their face painted, as if ready for a fight anytime. They were unaware of what may be anticipating them. However, stepping on those ruins firmly were an indication that they will not hesitate to put up a tough fight. However weary these soldiers may be, they knew that they would have to continue, be it for their own country, or for the people.
No one had any idea when this land will return to its past glorious days. What they can pray for now is their own safety, and the wish that they can return to their homes, not in such sate seemed so far…
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