Death By Twighlight

Darkness engulfed the daylight, the moon shone through the shattered glass window, gleaming across Sergeant Lukes' peaceful face.

Luke awoke, as he looked around he found the rest of his squadron dead before him.
Sadness engulfed him, his team, dead on his command.

His face corrupted with fear and hatred from the enemy he had fought just hours before.
This wasn't just agony, it was mental torment.

He sat there, slumped on the dirt ridden floor. A piece of glass had caught his eye, he picked it up and examined himself within its reflection.

He was tall, broad and wide shouldered & his hair was as black as oil. Luke looked stunned, as if he had no clue about who he was.
He turned away not wanting to look at himself, his loss of memory was to much to handle.

After scanning the area, he found a radio. He pulled at the radio phone and spoke into it, 'H- h- h- hello?'
He waited for what seemed an eternity, but all that was returned, was the empty sound of cracking on the line.

He had succumbed to tears. Who was he? Why was he here? Why was his whole squadron dead....

At exactly that moment, he felt a striking pain in his skull. He turned and whispered 'why?'
All was lost, Luke blacked out, surrounding himself in total darkness.

Nowhere near completed or finished, i have alot more to do!

lolwut


Seriously though...



...I'd try not to use the same word so close to itself.

Other then that, good job. with whatever this is

The funny thing is, i was looking for that mistake before i posted.