[HR]Yellow Field
The Yellow Field
In the trenches of World War 2, one 17 year old boy is shot in battle.
Charlie Smith is in the trench, sweating, using his Springfield rifle, three bullets left, then..."GAS!!" Charlie puts his gas mask on, the gas surrounds him, a Nazi hit's him in the head with the stock of the rifle, Charlie looks up, before he can plead, he is shot, but the bullet misses, he opens his eyes, the rain is red, the grass crimson red, nobody around anymore, no more gas, no people, no signs of life, but the sounds of war keep ringing out, explosions, faint screams, gunshots, tanks, "Hello?" Charlie stands, black fog covers the horizon, "what the shit?" Charlie asks, he hears a whistle being blown and screaming "Corporal! What the hell is happening!?" no answer, he tries to take his gas mask off...he can't, like it's his face now, he grabs his canteen and looks at his reflection, the gas masks eyes now have a yellow tint, his sniper has four bullets, "I counted three left...what?" he wasn't wrong, so he turns where the Nazi shot him, in the mud the foot prints are still there, but no bullet on the ground, he walks around, he sees bloody knives and helmets but no people, "Who's there? Corporal? Anyone?", he calls, then he turns around, footprints are made but not his, they go under him and past him, "What in the-" Charlie walks around the trench, rifle in hand, the rain hits his helmet, then he looks at his hands, "the rain...it's...blood!?" he jumps a bit at the realization, wherever he is...it's not where he's supposed to be, he walks around, scared and confused, he walks with fear, he walks around what seems to be hours, but the sky never changed, then he sees a flash, "What the hell is going on" he exclaims, he sees a note, he picks it up, it reads: 'you're not supposed to be here, whoever finds this, I've been here for weeks or what seems to be weeks, and whatever you do, don-' and the page is ripped "Don't what? dammit" he looks where he saw the flash, a white rose is where it came from, he examines it, "a rose? that's what he was worried about? idiot" he walks over it, crushing it, he turns back and it's gone, "weird" he says, then he keeps walking, as he walks farther and farther, candles appear, he turns back and sees the candles are endless, "decorating? please, this is war, not a funeral" Asian, the moment the stem snapped, every candle behind him went out, darkness swallowed the field instantly, Charlie turned sharply, the trench was gone, the battlefield had changed, the grass ahead now looked taller, darker, the fog thicker than before, and standing directly ahead of him...a black door, alone in the middle of the battlefield, Charlie stared at it uneasily, the deeper he looked into the fog around it, the less he could see the battlefield behind him, like the world itself ended there, he slowly approached, the metal handle felt freezing cold, Charlie opened the door carefully, warm yellow light spilled out, a bunker hallway waited beyond, concrete walls, buzzing ceiling lights, rust stains, Charlie looked behind himself one last time, the battlefield was still there, but farther away now, as if the door had moved him miles from where he stood, then the distant war whistle blew again, Charlie stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind him, the bunker smelled rotten, the lights buzzed weakly overhead as Charlie walked through endless concrete halls, water dripped somewhere deep within the structure, "What the hell!?" he exclaims, he walks down the halls, a sense of fear and disturbance fills him, it's silent...too silent, he finds a room to the right, he walks in, a dim light over a table, on that table is a dark crimson rose in a cracked pot, he walks out of the room and he keeps walking, footsteps are heard behind him, but when he turns there's nobody there, he runs down in fear, "where the hell am I...why am I here...why can't I take this goddamn mask off!?" he trips and when he lifts himself...he's in a bed, "great! what now!?" he walks out of the empty room, smooth jazz fills the atmosphere, until he walks down the stairs to a family of mannequins with broken and bloody features, their heads turned to him, he sees a rotten and moldy cake on the table with thirteen candles, still lit, he goes to walk out the door but he hears creaking, he turns to see and all the mannequins are standing there, still, he walks out and when he looks where he is, back in he bloody trenches, he climbs out of the trenches, "dammit" he says, standing in the middle of no mans land...but again...not normal, he sees someone in the fog, mimicking his movements, it looks exactly like him "Great! I finally found someone!!" it mimics what he says but it's distorted, blood on it's hands, the gas masks eyes black, "hello" Charlie asks, the thing says "I counted three left...what?" in a distorted voice, Charlie backs away and so does the thing mimicking him, Charlie thinks of something, Charlie pulls outs his 1911 and aims at his own head, then acts like the trigger is pulled, the thing actually believes it and shoots itself, Charlie puts his gun back in the holster, "idiot, sure don't mimic me as well as you want" he walks on, he continues to hear screaming and shots, then he finds a shriveled white rose, surrounded by thorns with a tree to the right of it, blood writing on it, reading 'You are not alone here, God is not here' he walks away from it "what the hell? What do you mean God isn't here! I have a bible right-" he pats his breast pocket, his bible is gone "here...oh shit" he looks up "YOU'RE NOT SCARING ME!!" he says, raising his fists into the air, then he stands there, he looks down and he walks, hands to his sides, he walks so far he finds himself in a forest, but the bark of the trees is grey and the leaves are white and falling, the red grass flourishing around him, he sits, actually finding peace in a world that is beyond everything, then he closes his eyes, he sighs and he rests, dreaming of himself back home and his parents waiting for him, except their both dead, and they've been dead since the attack, he wakes up, finding himself exactly where he was before, he stand up and another mimic is in front of him, he shoots it with his Springfield rifle, it stays up, he scoffs "oh so you're invincible? funny, because I sure as hell aint" and he fires again, three bullets left, the mimic contorts its body and runs on all fours, Charlie runs for his life, through the trees, as he runs he starts seeing more mimics, more disturbing than the last, he eventually makes it to the trenches again, one of the mimics tackle him but he throws it off of him, yellow roots grow around his wrists and his veins glow yellow, the roots tug him down and inject him with thorns, he falls down, the mimics scratching and biting him, he has flashbacks, his parents, his abusive father, how his mother and father died in the bombing of Hiroshima, then heard about Nagasaki, how he was bullied for his dead parents, living with his big brother who was murdered when Charlie was only 14, then when he moved on with his uncle, life was good until it wasn't, his uncle divorced his aunt and committed suicide, then he was forced to move to America and got citizenship and now is fighting for America, then he snaps out it, everything gone, "oh my god...oh shit, why me..." he realizes he's in a forest...but the sky is still red, black fog still everywhere, grass still crimson red, but the trees are grey with black leaves, black roses growing from the ground, he stands "I want out, I need out of here, but how" he looks at his wrists, no more thorns or roots, no more glowing veins, he walks "I got to find a way out, before things get even more weird" and as he's walking he sees a deer, but it's staring right at him, backing away, as Charlie stands there he watches as the deer is not normal, it's a skeleton with three eye sockets, then it runs away as it hears a twig snap, he quickly turns to see a hook, hanging from a tree with a deer skull on it, and candles under it, "satanic...where even am I...I-I don't even know that yet!", then a mutilated demonic version of the Nazi that tried killing him emerges from the fog, holding a hook, their right arm cut off, their left shin exposed to the bone, dried blood on their uniform, it runs at him, but Charlie stands tall, grabbing his combat knife, and as the Nazi tries to stab Charlie, he cuts the Nazi's neck, he jams the knife into the Nazi's eye and it falls to the ground, before it can plead Charlie shoots it in the forehead, "idiot" then he examines the corpse, taking it's ammo, three more bullets now in his Springfield rifle, "six bullets, I just want to get the hell out of this place" Charlie walks through the forest, then it feels like a cold breeze hits him, then a rusty nail in a tree with another note, saying 'if you are in here you're doomed, the farlands are out there towards the east...or whatever direction it is, I don't know how long I've been here but is seems if I'm being watched, something is following me, don't trust voices, don't trust the voices, don't trust the voices' and keeps repeating, then Charlie walks away, as we walks he finds white pedals in a trail, as he looks to the right, nothing, he turns where he came from, nothing, he looks where the pedals lead, darkness all around, only one way to go, he turns back and walks away from the path, he walks around more, he finds a cracked and dirty black door, he walks through it and he finds himself in a dark room with a white rose, a red rose and a black rose, "from what it looks like, I have to choose one I guess" he looks all three of roses, "white, red or black" he repeats twice as he approaches the table with the roses on them, he thinks for a moment, then he choses, the red rose, he blinks and the red rose is still in his hand, he finds himself back into the dark forest, then he looks around for a second, he looks at the three paths, the pedals, the silent path and the one he came from, he walks and finds a white door, he walks past it, and then mimics surround him, their forming his family, as he's about to run, the rose wraps its roots and stem around his neck, he feels the thorns go into his neck, he grabs his knife, he fights them all, sure they scratch him but he gets back up, the blood rain keeps falling, then when the hoards stop, he is left standing, the rose stays wrapped around his neck, then he turns to a sound, voices, from the fog, saying 'you're alone here, run, leave, die' but he walks on, he eventually finds the farlands, the world is complete shadow, it is no escape, no door, no grass, he's just in a void, the rose falls, then he looks down, again, white rose, a red rose, or a black rose, he finds a journal and he picks it up, it's all blank except for one thing, a bloody bullet, then he closes his eyes, grabbing the white rose, he finds himself back in the trenches, he walks around, looks at his canteen, his reflection the same, then he walks for what seems to be hours, he sighs, then he finds a single candle with a white rose, he waters it with the last bit of water he has in his canteen, he throws a bullet down, he throws his bloody helmet and knife down, then he turns back to where he came from ,candles are endless, he turns back to the rose and he finds a spot, he rips a page from his journal and he writes 'you're not supposed to be here, whoever finds this, I've been here for weeks or what seems to be weeks, and whatever you do, don't follow the signs, don't follow the halls, don't fight your mind' and he sets it down, he understands the truth, he was dead the entire time, he was in a limbo between life and death, he was never alive during his time in the fields, he finds the final resting place, the rain stops, the sky opens a bright orange, the sun rises, its a yellow grassy field ,he sits, all that's left, is a wasteland of red, but on the outside, it's as empty as a yellow field.