• -Real people are in this, actions are not true-

    “Life takes you as far as you allow it to, and stops you when you allow it to. Value each second, for a Catastrophe can strike at any given moment” - Z.S.

    Insanity Hurts Volume 1: Part 1 : “The Colder War”

    ----------------------September 16th 2014 : Russia--------------------
    “Take cover!!” the soldier shouted as bullet flew the icy tundra of Russia. I found myself hiding behind a group of dead trees as the new and magnificently improved Soviet soldiers burns everything in sight and killed my comrades. I dig a hole in the snow and burrow into it like small Vietnamese civilian’s did half a century ago. As I lay in the snow hidden I ask myself why I’m even doing this, because this certainly is not for my country, this is for me, this is personal.

    -Flashes back to July 2014-
    So about 2 months ago, I was at the University of Florida checking where everything is, orienting myself. I am 20 at this current time, I have a birthday coming in August, I have Dirty blonde hair, its also a typical long hair metal head haircut, I play guitar in my spare time but, I’m trying to get a degree as a Doctor. I come from medical roots. My name is Zachary Showalter. I was walking down a hall where I saw a Florida Gators football jersey hanging on the wall and a TV that another student was watching and I saw the lady on the news speaking of Soviet soldiers raiding U.S. homes, killing and terrorizing people. I knew they returned to Communism back in 2011 when I graduated but, they got pretty pissed when we nuked Afghanistan to fight terrorism. In fear, I leave and go back to Daytona Beach, Florida to check on my girlfriend Ashley, she has same hair color as me, she’s 19, and we have a lot in common and thank God she is okay. I then head to Miami to check on my dad, he’s been pretty much the same, just with all grey hair. Basically my life has been a rollercoaster, I’ve gone through over 14 surgeries, a few relationships which failed and eventually Ashley came back to my life when she was 17 and found where I was staying up in North Carolina and we decided to move to Florida.
    3 Days Later: Me and Ashley wake up to an extremely loud crash, I tell her to go hide in the closet and I go and check things out locking every door along the way, I still remember what we said before I left, she said “Don’t get hurt”, and I said “I won’t, I promise”. I head out and go to my neighbor’s house, his name is Austin, he has always lived here for his 18 year life, and I’ve known him since I was 14. I found his door was broken down and I find Austin laying on the floor a bloody mess missing a hand, he then told me his three last words…. “Kill the Russians”.
    I go and buy security devices and guns for me and Ashley, I hand her a handgun and say
    “They killed Austin, I’ll be damned if they kill you too, so keep this with you at all times okay?”
    “okay” she replies.
    “Zach”?
    “Yes”?
    “If they kill me, promise me that you will kill everyone of those bastards”.
    “Wow, Ash, I thought you never wanted me to join the Armed Forces, but if that were to happen, of course I’d kill them, in fact, I’d massacre them, I promise.”
    I left and went home to Lancaster to see my family and friends. Nathan then came up to me with a question. He’s my brother.
    “Zach, you and here have brought up marriage back when you were 15, I think it’s about time you propose to her”, he said
    “Well, a lot happened since she left the first time, remember? Micayla, Gina, Chapel, Rhi?”, I reply
    “So what, that s**t is way old, you need to do it soon, tie the knot, seal the deal, marry her.”
    “Okay, I’ll propose in 3 days on her 20th birthday, it’ll just be me, her, her grandparents, my dad and maybe Evan, Dane, Harry, and Alice”.
    “Okay, good luck Zach”, he said as I walked out the door and headed back down to Florida and gave him one warning to always remember during these scary times.
    “Watch out for the Russians, they are crazy ********”.

    --------------July 28th 2014 Daytona Beach, FL---------------------
    “Happy Birthday dear Ashley, Happy Birthday to you”, I sing as I join in for Happy Birthday with both of our families while having the ring that I’m going to give her in my pocket. She makes a wish, blows out all 20 candles and then says,
    “I gotta pee”, she says
    “Same old Ashley” I say as I laugh as she goes.
    I hear a loud crash and immediately barge in the bathroom door to check on Ashley.
    “ZACH!!!!!!!!! I‘m trying to pee!” She screams
    “Oh…sorry…I just thought I…never mind”, I say awkwardly walking out.
    I head back downstairs to talk to my cousins Evan and Dane when I hear an even louder bang and gun shots so I sprint to my studio, smash my acoustic guitar revealing an UZI Sub Machine Gun and Clips of ammo. I head up to the bathroom but, I knock to avoid the issue 2 minutes ago. I hear windows crashing, a toilet flushing but, no reply. I bust the door open to find my bathroom splattered with blood and not just any blood, Ashley’s blood and I turn to my right to find her on the ground holding her neck bleeding horrifically
    “Zach…I Lo------” was all she was able to say before her eyes shut and she was no longer moving.
    “DAD!! Call 911!!”, I scream.

    ------------------September 7th 2014 : U.S. Military Base : South Carolina-----------

    I run through the drills and achieve incredible success on the shooting ranges all in complete focus and bent on one goal and that is to do what both Ashley and Austin asked me to do. Send the Russians to Hell.
    -----------------------Flashback Ends: September 15th 2014 : Russia-----------------------------
    It’s been 63 months since ever meeting Ashley for the first time and I reflect on every great aspect of my life, whether with her or any other girl as I put pressure mines around the tunnel I have so cowardly and cleverly burrowed myself into, Enemy soldiers fell victim to my mines and I was satisfied with that but, there is still one person in particular I need to kill. I get out and start sprinting and taking cover behind each tree in my path, I tackle one soldier down, I take the picture of Ashley out of my boot, I slit his throat and say “That was for you baby”. Eventually I find time to head back to our hiding area where I make a phone call to Matt Penland, my good good friend.
    “Sooo, dude, what’s up? You kill anybody?” he asks
    “Of course bro, I’ve waited 2 months to finally get my hands on these assholes” I say.
    “It’s sad how Ashley and Nisscab had to die like that…”
    “HEY!! His ******** name is Austin, do not disrespect him like that! These b*****d will pay for killing them” I say as I hear weird noises
    “Hey Zach” I hear Micayla say.
    “How are you and Michael”
    “We broke up like 2 or 3 years ago dummy”
    “Ohh, and Micayla, thanks for everything, just incase I die out there. Thank you
    “No problem Zach, just kill them, we don’t want another one to die, especially you”
    “Well, I gotta go to sleep, goodnight and talk to you when I get back”
    “Night”
    The next morning I wake up to a phone call from Ashley’s younger sister Laure(Laura) who is still very much like a sister to me and she tells me how her parents were both killed, Eric, her brother survived with her but, Ashley’s parents were killed. I never really liked them anyways but, still but she was 10 and her brother was 16 so I had them go and stay with my Dad. The Commander then told me that I’m being sent to fight again, and this time, it’s live or die, there’s no in between, either we win or we lose. I do make one last call before going to fight and that is just to wish Chapel a happy 18th birthday, and she finally wishes me a late 21st birthday since I was busy training.
    -------Afternoon : September 16th 2014 : Russia--------
    LETS GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! Shouted every U.S. Troop as we ran and fired our guns at enemies, I used my trusty UZI and violently beat the hell out of these soldiers. Then later that night at a little camp area we set up, we were ambushed but this time it was hand to hand combat, something I got extremely talented at over the years and me and this one soldier began fighting off away from everyone else, these were the last of the Soviets that we were fighting now, I went punch after punch into his gut knocking him in the snow, and then I pull out the picture again. He recognizes her.

    “I remember that chick, I tried to give it to her in her bathtub when I killed her but she resisted so I killed that b***h” he says.

    “YOU ********!!”, I scream as I knock him unconscious with my fists, I tie him to a tree, then I run yards away and pull out a sniper from a dead soldiers arms I aim right next to his head, shot once then when he woke up, fountains of blood surged from his head as I fired once more ending the grudge I’ve held for months. I took the picture, and his body, and burned them together. Then I left, I didn’t care for what I brought, I just wanted to be anywhere but here, and everyone has got to fight for something and cherish what they have because at any given moment, that could be gone….. Life takes you as far as you allow it to, and stops you when you allow it to. Value each second, for a Catastrophe can strike at any given moment