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    Gone World: Episode Two (The third party)
    Gone World: Episode Two (The third party)
    Gone World: Episode Two (The third party)
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    Gone World: Episode Two (The third party)

    By A.Rosaria

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    War still rages as opposing parties vie for supremacy over the world.

    U.S. Army sergeant Brick Johnson fought the war from the beginning. On a major push against the Russians, his unit gets ambushed. While fleeing, he stumbles upon an unknown combatant near a Russian-occupied city, and things get deadly.

    With his brigade shattered, his unit annihilated, and the fate of the war unknown, Brick has to decide if he will go on with the fight or lay down his arms.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherRosaria
    Release dateAug 29, 2014
    ISBN9781502211323
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      Gone World - A.Rosaria

      THE THIRD PARTY

      The sun, sending its rays to warm a decaying world, burned on his back and cast his shadow over the rubble terrain. Brick Johnson pondered the world he knew had ceased to be, the whole of humanity in its entirety. He stopped walking to rub the back of his neck. It was stiff and sore and not the only place his body hurt. Luckily he had no mirror to look at himself. The bruises, cuts, and dirt wouldn‘t make an uplifting sight to his already down mood.

      Their last brigade got destroyed yesterday. He gritted his teeth at the thought of that night. It was an utter defeat, all death. His comrades-in-arms, his friends, were dead in minutes. He only survived because he ran. He balled his hands and looked over his shoulder, the sun rays blinding him. There was no point in going back; they would be waiting.

      With each step he took, dust puffed up. Nobody knew how much nuclear waste was mixed into this dirt. Each step he took was more than likely killing him little by little. Looking ahead he saw a field of more rubble where once houses, factories, and other buildings had stood. A little farther down there were patches of dirt and charcoaled stumps of trees stretched out towards an incline. He was sure he would find more rubble beyond the slope, and if unlucky, a sentry, gun-mounted watchtower that would make minced meat out of him.

      Looking up the incline, he ascertained the best path to take. He slung his rifle on his back, the belt crossed over his chest. The previous night he had packed light for the assault: standard issue desert fatigues, body armor strapped tight underneath his jacket, and a utility tool belt with ammo pouches and holster. The grade wasn‘t that steep and was manageable for him with his current load.

      Dangling from his belt was his empty canteen. He smirked. At most he could go three days without water. While touching his blistered lips, he imagined the agony of dying of thirst. He unbuttoned his jacket to help his body cool down a little.

      Brick checked if everything was still

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