User blog:PitaKang/United We Stand (Apocalypse: 2012)

This is a fanfiction I am currently writing about the timeline of Apocalypse: 2012 in Korea. The Korea page can be found here: Republic of Korea. Make sure to check it out before reading this fanfic, so you know what's going on. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Incheon

February 19, 2013

Private First Class Park Min-kuy felt like shit. He was currently hiding behind some dumpsters that had been moved to block off a street. For two months he had been at Incheon, fighting off the North in the fucking snow. His squad was almost out of MREs, even though they had stuffed dozens of those things during the supply depot a few weeks ago.

At 5' 9'', Private Park was short even by Korean standards. By American standards he was practically a midget. However, it didn't take a giant to fire a rifle, and Park was the best shooter on the team. He had won over 400 dollars from shooting contests in the past year. However, shooting a hole through a bulls-eye at 300 feet was definately different than shooting soldiers who shot back.

It had been an almost religious experience for Park when he had made his first kill, a North Korean soldier who couldn't have been a day over 19 who had been stupid enough to try to stand in the middle of the battle. Afterwards, Park hadn't felt the grief, guilt, and shame that he thought he would have. In fact, he felt nothing. He was defending his country and his people, after all.

Right now, Park felt like they were winning. Park had long since stopped counting his kills - only barbarians did that. He had also long surpassed the limit that he could remember.

The battle unfolding right now was like nothing he had ever expected. Sure, they had told him about the house-to-house fighting, the civilians in the way, and snipers on top of high-rise apartment buildings, but nobody, absolutely nobody had told him about the fucking grenades.

In a tight and dense area like Incheon, a single grenade could take out over a dozen soldiers and civilians. Park had already lost three friends in his squad - it wasn't even really a squad anymore - to grenades. It had instilled in him a healthy fear of grenades and anything that exploded in general.

The most harrowing experience he'd had was when a grenade had been thrown into them while they were clearing an apartment complex of North Korean barbarians. He had jumped on the grenade, expecting to die a painful but short death. He laid there for what seemed like an eternity, until he realized it hadn't gone off. It had been a dud!

Another aspect that had definately not been covered during training was the IEDs. God knew how many good soldiers had been lost to those. A single IED with a string-trigger could take out an entire Hummer full of soldiers, or if they got lucky, even a whole tank!

Of course, this was not the deserts of Iraq or the mountains of Afghanistan. IEDs were easily spotted and disposed of as long as you were careful. And if there was one thing every single soldier had learned from this, it was to be careful. A single mistake could cost you your life.

Park raised his M16 and shot off another 3 round burst at the enemy. He did not expect to hit anything. War was like that. Nothing could be expected.

Suddenly, Lee, a fellow squad member's head exploded in a way that could only have been caused by a sniper. Bits of brain matter, blood and tissue splashed all over Park's face.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Park yelled the universal word.

A sniper was the most despised thing on the battlefield. An invisible enemy hunting down your side one by one. An enemy that could only be countered by airstrikes... or by another sniper.

A few more sniper rounds hit the dirt a foot away from Park's ass and he hastily rolled away. Around him, more soldiers died. Park could not even count the bodies in the streets. This wasn't war. This was hell.