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Memento
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Except I didn't find or get whatever I was trying to reach out for. So when my right hand felt nothing but the touch of air and the bandages wrapped around it, I placed it back down. Huh, I thought. What am I even trying to do? Another thought popped up in my mind suddenly. Noticing again that I was on the cold ground, I immediately think of moving out of this position. My body turned to the side, and I noticed a broken large window with the light illuminating from into the room while tilting my head up. What the hell..?
So I moved my body back up to the ceiling, and started getting up.
As I've expected, my legs started to move up quickly, and helped me get my back and body up from the floor. I've quickly adjusted my school uniform tie and shirt while looking down. After I was finished, My head looked back up to see the environment me. However, it wasn't some basement or secret base that I expected, but rather my school classroom which almost looked unrecognizable from the way it looks.
Scratches and tears were all over the windows, and walls. Posters, papers and the such were completely ripped and some on the ground. The right sliding doors were almost on the verge of breaking down possibly from shooting judging by the bullet holes all over, while the left sliding doors have completely fallen on the ground, outside of the room. I then tilt my head to the right, seeing flipped over tables and chairs which had been shot by bullets before.
I breathed out quietly while perplexed and baffled by the ruined classroom around me, ''Damn.. What was going on while I was passed out?''
My mind wandered to how this could've happened. Theorizing about who the hell had all this time to shoot down a school, and who would've sent them. Must've been some gangsters? But there's no way in hell they'd have that much firepower. Before my brain could think more, my eyes suddenly spotted an table around the corner, amongst all of the destroyed or fallen ones. I blinked my eyes, to see if that small pack was of cigarettes or bullets, but I thought it was easier to move closer to it, so I walked over to the table.
And then once I reached the table, the latter was correct. My hands picked it up, looking at the label. ''9mm...?'' From the looks of it, these were some rare bullets. Sure, 9mm isn't all that hard to find around in Japan, but the box had suggested that these were made by a foreign company, especially one more far away from around here. ''But how would they even get this..?''
Instead of questioning it further, I just decided to slip the small pack of 9mm bullets into my pocket. Focusing on getting the hell out of here is probably the best idea right now. I sigh, and then turned over to where the doors were. ''Fuck it,'' I mumbled, ''I shouldn't even investigate this place.'' I slowly started walking over and then sped up to moving out of the room.
Running over to the left entrance, I climbed over the stacked sliding doors and then ran over to the right side of the hallway. As I was running for the downstairs, I took some glances around the hallway. It's just as destroyed as my classroom. I then started immediately shifted my concentration on the center while running. I should just focus on getting out. He then reached to the stairs leading down, but then-
Bang!
Out of instinct to survive, I dodged the bullet by moving over to the walls a little, but not enough to make me trip into the stairs. Out of shock and fear, I didn't even take a single second to try and identify the guy that tried to shoot me. I exclaimed out, ''Gah! What was that?!'' I started rushing down the stairs, almost tripping and stumbling. When I reached the second floor, I heard loud footsteps from the opposite direction, and it was possibly the same people that tried to kill me. My heartbeat increased out of fear and adrenaline, and my feet started speeding up while I was panicking like hell. Finally, I opened the doors to a room next to me, and I went inside quickly. Shutting the doors behind me, I slowly get down, exhausted, and breathing heavily.
Hearing running outside, but go past the room I was in relieved me. I let out a 'phew' once the footsteps stopped getting louder and wiped the sweat off my face. However, what I didn't expect to see once I've calmed down and tilted my head up to see a...
...small girl with hair that could reach a table by it's length, and a Remington 870 shotgun next to her unconscious body.
Well, she must've not seem too dangerous, right..?
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Chapter 1
The year is 2437.
It's been over 57 years since over 85 countries have been annihilated by nuclear warfare, and 62 years since World War 3 has started.
As firearms became a necessary part of human life and self-defense, gun violence and war became more common. PMCs thrived during this dangerous era of riots and civil unrest. Children were forced to learn how to fight. As this practice becomes more and more common, children replaced adults in war once soldiers started to retire or grow old.
The year is 2437.
It's been over 57 years since over 85 countries have been annihilated by nuclear warfare, and 62 years since World War 3 has started.
As firearms became a necessary part of human life and self-defense, gun violence and war became more common. PMCs thrived during this dangerous era of riots and civil unrest. Children were forced to learn how to fight. As this practice becomes more and more common, children replaced adults in war once soldiers started to retire or grow old.
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''...And don't forget to take care of her, okay?''
Before I could hear that same voice again in my endless and blank dream, I suddenly went back to consciousness. My eyes opened, blinking and closing once the blinding light from above hit my vision. Once I started to become more aware of my surroundings, my eyesight became more clearer. Eventually, I managed to be able to look at the ceiling above me with my regained perception. In an almost instinctive, I've reached my hand out to the roof, like a baby going towards their mother.Except I didn't find or get whatever I was trying to reach out for. So when my right hand felt nothing but the touch of air and the bandages wrapped around it, I placed it back down. Huh, I thought. What am I even trying to do? Another thought popped up in my mind suddenly. Noticing again that I was on the cold ground, I immediately think of moving out of this position. My body turned to the side, and I noticed a broken large window with the light illuminating from into the room while tilting my head up. What the hell..?
So I moved my body back up to the ceiling, and started getting up.
As I've expected, my legs started to move up quickly, and helped me get my back and body up from the floor. I've quickly adjusted my school uniform tie and shirt while looking down. After I was finished, My head looked back up to see the environment me. However, it wasn't some basement or secret base that I expected, but rather my school classroom which almost looked unrecognizable from the way it looks.
Scratches and tears were all over the windows, and walls. Posters, papers and the such were completely ripped and some on the ground. The right sliding doors were almost on the verge of breaking down possibly from shooting judging by the bullet holes all over, while the left sliding doors have completely fallen on the ground, outside of the room. I then tilt my head to the right, seeing flipped over tables and chairs which had been shot by bullets before.
I breathed out quietly while perplexed and baffled by the ruined classroom around me, ''Damn.. What was going on while I was passed out?''
My mind wandered to how this could've happened. Theorizing about who the hell had all this time to shoot down a school, and who would've sent them. Must've been some gangsters? But there's no way in hell they'd have that much firepower. Before my brain could think more, my eyes suddenly spotted an table around the corner, amongst all of the destroyed or fallen ones. I blinked my eyes, to see if that small pack was of cigarettes or bullets, but I thought it was easier to move closer to it, so I walked over to the table.
And then once I reached the table, the latter was correct. My hands picked it up, looking at the label. ''9mm...?'' From the looks of it, these were some rare bullets. Sure, 9mm isn't all that hard to find around in Japan, but the box had suggested that these were made by a foreign company, especially one more far away from around here. ''But how would they even get this..?''
Instead of questioning it further, I just decided to slip the small pack of 9mm bullets into my pocket. Focusing on getting the hell out of here is probably the best idea right now. I sigh, and then turned over to where the doors were. ''Fuck it,'' I mumbled, ''I shouldn't even investigate this place.'' I slowly started walking over and then sped up to moving out of the room.
Running over to the left entrance, I climbed over the stacked sliding doors and then ran over to the right side of the hallway. As I was running for the downstairs, I took some glances around the hallway. It's just as destroyed as my classroom. I then started immediately shifted my concentration on the center while running. I should just focus on getting out. He then reached to the stairs leading down, but then-
Bang!
Out of instinct to survive, I dodged the bullet by moving over to the walls a little, but not enough to make me trip into the stairs. Out of shock and fear, I didn't even take a single second to try and identify the guy that tried to shoot me. I exclaimed out, ''Gah! What was that?!'' I started rushing down the stairs, almost tripping and stumbling. When I reached the second floor, I heard loud footsteps from the opposite direction, and it was possibly the same people that tried to kill me. My heartbeat increased out of fear and adrenaline, and my feet started speeding up while I was panicking like hell. Finally, I opened the doors to a room next to me, and I went inside quickly. Shutting the doors behind me, I slowly get down, exhausted, and breathing heavily.
Hearing running outside, but go past the room I was in relieved me. I let out a 'phew' once the footsteps stopped getting louder and wiped the sweat off my face. However, what I didn't expect to see once I've calmed down and tilted my head up to see a...
...small girl with hair that could reach a table by it's length, and a Remington 870 shotgun next to her unconscious body.
Well, she must've not seem too dangerous, right..?
˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Hello! This is the author, Souffle!
This little series has been a type of story that I've always wanted to tell. Since seeing stuff like Blue Archive and Gunslinger Girls, I've always been in love with anime/manga or stories centered around guns and schoolgirls. However, I've decided to add a little twist here. Don't be surprised if there's a lot more male characters than female characters the next few chapters, lol.
Also, this is my first time formally writing online and publishing it somewhere so please bear with me! And I am not very experienced with this stuff, so I may have made a ton of mistakes. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Mail or feedback can be sent to me by messaging!
This little series has been a type of story that I've always wanted to tell. Since seeing stuff like Blue Archive and Gunslinger Girls, I've always been in love with anime/manga or stories centered around guns and schoolgirls. However, I've decided to add a little twist here. Don't be surprised if there's a lot more male characters than female characters the next few chapters, lol.
Also, this is my first time formally writing online and publishing it somewhere so please bear with me! And I am not very experienced with this stuff, so I may have made a ton of mistakes. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Mail or feedback can be sent to me by messaging!
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