Holding off the French - Part 2

Day 1,669, 08:37 • Published in USA United Kingdom • by Henry Hank Moody
This is just a short piece to set up a few changes within the Rabbits.

Sorry for how long this took BS.

Snarling in frustration Axeell threw his now worthless rifle into the mud and drew his pistol. Pulling back on the working parts he hammered a bullet into the chamber and aimed at the charging mass of French soldiers.

First one bullet and then another shot across the no-mans land, piercing enemy flesh and sending soldiers crashing to the ground. But more rushed onwards and before he knew it Axeell heard his pistol click back empty.

“Got any ammunition?” He screamed across the trench. All he received were sad shakes of their heads as the other Rabbits fired their last few bullets and backed slowly away.

There was no stopping the onslaught. No way to take down so many men. It was over. The end of the Rampant Rabbits was fast approaching.

“Retreat Rabbits. Retreat.” Woolfie ordered his men back as he grabbed the final RPG round and quickly sent pieces of Frenchmen flying across the landscape.

The Rampant Rabbits backed away across the trench, those of them left with bullets fired slowly and carefully, making every bullet count. Axeell drew his knife, the worn leather handles felt comfortable in his grasp and he suddenly stopped moving. His mind had drawn a blank and he felt a sudden urge to run. And run he did.

Straight across the trench and over the top into no-mans land.

“Axeell where the hell are you going?” Woolfie’s voice roared through the headset but even the mighty roar of a Rabbit could not break through Axeell’s mind.

“I’ll get him.” Smack broke cover and rushed after Axeell, as he reached the lip of the trench he quickly pulled up as he saw Axeell dive beneath a barrage of bullets. Axeell leapt up on the other side of the volley and stuck an enemy in the gut with his dagger.

“F***ing Rambo,” muttered Smack in awe as Axeell took out another enemy. He didn’t have much longer to witness Axeell’s display as a bullet whipped Axeell off his feet.

“F**k.” The rest of the Rabbits were watching, blades drawn and snarls etched upon their faces. One second later and they were all running down the slope to Axeell’s fallen body. Bullets whipped through the air with loud cracks but not one Rabbit fell.

Smack collided with a French Captain and they rolled down the slope as Smack punctured his lungs with a bayonet over and over until the Captain was no longer making the slightest of movements.

A great feeling of warmth spread across Smacks stomach before the pain hit him like a tank. Tenderly he touched his stomach only to feel blood and torn tissue. Looking across at the Captains blade Smack spat and swore before giving in to the intense pressure of the darkness.