Enemy's Base example essay topic

The Battle The sun was touching the tree tops as it slowly descended in the horizon. Shadows were cast on the ground. The air was still hot and humid from the midday. A bit of a breeze was beginning to blow from the east sending a slight chill through our spines. We stepped unto the grounds and surveyed our surroundings. The playing field was perfect just like we had all imagined it would be.

In the far distance there was woods along with a wide shallow stream. In front there was a field scattered with shields and barricades. We divided into units and went to gather up our gear. With our equipment in hand the whistle blows and friends become foes.

Our mission was to survive, be the last team standing, we were to annihilate our opponents. With the signal given the war was under way. My teammates and I gathered together at our base. There we came up with a battle plan.

We were to separate and head in different directions eventually meeting up at an undisclosed location where we would ambush the enemy's base. After everyone was clear on the objective we split up and went out to battle. I ran across the field to the nearest shield and collected my thoughts. I could hear the orders being shouted from my fellow comrades in the distance as they engaged in a brawl with the enemy, "duck, cover, fire, fire". Soon the brawl ended with a small victory as they scattered out into the sunset. My heart was pounding in my stomach.

The sounds of the earth were magnified in my ears. Then it came to me, this was a war, this was life or death. Shoot or be shot, the setting had changed. With the new thoughts in mind I held tightly onto my gun gathered all my strength and courage and charged into battle.

I made my way slowly and quietly into the deep woods, like a recon soldier. My mind and senses were focused on the enemy. As I made my way down the beaten path I spotted movement in a far bush. I dropped to the ground and pushed my body flat against the cold earth. After a few seconds of silence I knew that I had not been seen. I crawled around the bush so I could see my pray.

She sat there so still she blended in with the green color of the leaves. I knew that this was my chance, my presence was still unknown and here I was starring an opponent directly in the back. I grabbed my gun, took aim, and then believing that it's not right to stab a man in the back I figured it's not right to shoot a man in the back either, I tossed a pebble, looked her in the eyes and fired. One man down another dozen to go. I looked around, gathered up my gear and continued to make my way into the woods to meet up with my unit so we could capture the enemy's base.

Minutes past with no sign of another human. As I started to get bored I heard the crunching of footsteps on dry leaves beside me. Two guys were right on my trail. I picked up my pace, so did they. Then I broke into a jog, they did the same. I needed to lose them so I started zigzagging my way through the trees, going in every which was possible.

They took a couple shoots at me, hitting the trees instead. I started to get tried and I could tell they were also. I spotted a ditch to the left so I ran and ducked in it. The two guys noticed my disappearance and slowed down, puzzled as to where I went. Suddenly I heard a round of shots go off and saw that the two guys had been shot. I looked be hide me and saw my unit.

I climbed out of the ditch and ran to my friends thankful for their rescue. After a few battle stories, we made our way to the enemy's base in hopes to end this war with a victory. As we neared the base we could tell that they knew we were coming and had been waiting for us... With the ending near we figured what would be a better way to end this then to charge at full speed. That we did, and with no fear. We charged at them firing our guns as fast as we could and they returned fire.

I could feel my gun turning cold from the CO 2 tank as my ammo was running out. I looked around and saw that the teams were getting smaller. Then it hit me, smack on my upper right arm, I could feel the sting run down my arm as I released my pain with a screech. I took my left hand and felt the spot.

When I looked at the hand and saw the blue paint I knew my luck had ran out. The game was over for me. The fate of the outcome was now in the hands of my fellow comrades let standing. That is the game of paintball.