The roar of a truck stopped me dead in my tracks. I could smell the acrid smoke from its exhaust. Tires screeching. I froze. Petrified. Horns honked. I turned. Helpless like a man lost in the ocean. I tried to feel with my cane like I was taught to do on the sidewalk but nothing felt different than anything else. Panic set in, multiple voices yelling contradicting words.
“MOVE!” But I don’t.
“Hold...
It didn’t matter to Cal what you called the giant metallic beast crawling across the dead zone towards the 43rd Mechanized Scout Division. Fuck that! It wasn’t even the second thing on his mind as he charged towards the indentation in the rocky landscape that his squad leader had marked on his heads up display. Pushing his suit to its max Cal practically skated across the barren field. Behind him...