World War 3
Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight I was told, have your armor on, wear your bulletproof vest to protect your heart, a helmet for your head, a shield, and a sword. I said I understood, or so I thought, but when I saw the enemy, I realized I had a blunt knife. Where did my sword go? Did I bring it with me in the first place? Was I even ready for this fight? I was ready until I wasn’t. This battle was too big for me to fight. The enemy is coming pretty fast and I’m transfixed, I can’t move, I can only stand and watch, the more I try to get out of this situation the worse it becomes. Looking at both sides, I am alone on the battlefield, I take the first blow, I fall, and I stand up. The second blow, I fall, I don’t just fall, I fall hard and at this point, I cannot stand up anymore. I try to fight back and throw some punches here and there but I’m too weak. This battle is mine to fight, I can wait for reinforcement but why wait for something that’s not coming? My limbs are broken...