Chapter 3 - The Battle of Bull Run
“Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!” Gumball thought. Bullets whizzed by him with evil snaps. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tobias’ head detach from his body and plunk to the ground in a spurt of blood, decapitated by a Rebel cannon. He fired a shot, then forgot to reload. He had no idea where Darwin was. He saw the Confederate line fire from a tree line a hundred yards away, across the meadow tainted with the blood of men.
He’d seen men fall. Men he knew well, friends. Maybe even his brother. “I’m not supposed to be here, God,” he said to himself. “No one is. Why is this happening? WHY?”
He ducked down as a cannonball flew above his head, not wishing to meet the same fate as Tobias. He crawled to the back of the line, and when he saw the smoke clear, he came up, surprised to see other men walking in the same direction. How had anyone survived this?
He ran, ran as far as he could, into the forest before resting on a maple tree. He vomited up everything he had inside of him, and then some. With it, it seemed that his soul had left him too.
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