Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Guerrilla

The meeting place was decided. Right behind the sewage drain which ran through the outskirts of the town.. Simply because no one came there after 7pm
He'd said the attack would take place that evening... and come what may it'll be executed...
There was no plan B. Neither was there a plan A.

Nobody knew each other in that group... They all only knew him. No one knew who he was or what he did.. He'd gathered them with a common purpose.."Destruction"

He had already formed flanks within the group.

With his loud voice he thundered "My brothers, I know they are way more than us and can easily overpower us. But we'll fight till death"

"Attack".... They all moved towards the town through 3 different directions.
No strategy nothing.. Just attack whatever comes your way..
His army took to the streets and now barged into homes of people..

But something strange happened..It seemed the town was already prepared for this attack..

His men fell. They were no match to the modern weapons used..The attack had gone horribly wrong..

But he was not the one to give up... He charged towards the town and barged into a bunglow..

He entered the living room and was just about to attack when......WHACK...
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Louie, the mosquito was squatted to death by a human.
"He" died peacefully, knowing that this was not the end for his people, and that his death shall be avenged..

-Shraviii