Story of the cycle
“WATCH OUT” he screamed as he rode me towards enemy lines. All Around us people were getting blown off of their bikes. *da-da-da-da-da-da* came from my gun as it sounded to life, we were 75 feet away from enemy lines when *BOOM*. My rider was launched off with a bullet between his eyes. I couldn’t steer myself so I hit another rider who was shot by the enemy. *Thump* another rider hopped on my bike screaming “KILL THEM”, once more my machine guns came to life firing bullet after bullet. (A different bike) “Get this man on the back” he said, helping a wounded soldier on the back. I was used to seeing soldiers with bullets in them, but this soldier was missing a limb. I got lost in my thoughts when I wirred to life and off we drove, riding back to the hospital. On our way back to the war front, we were about to reach an almost dead soldier when *BOOM*, another bomb hit. My rider was injured I could tell, but he kept going riding closer and closer towards death's door. We got to another soldier who was probably dead, based on him being riddled with bullet holes. We were halfway back to the hospital when we heard a noise, and then we saw it. Even more bikes! YES YES YES I thought to myself thinking I might get a break. Apparently they were relaying messages so I still had to do my duties. I thought about making myself shut off, but then I thought otherwise. (different bike again) *Boom Boom Boom* was the sound of a gun as another rider was shot dead. I was riding towards an enemy trench with 70 other bikes. 28 of the other bikes were dead, the riders were swiss cheese. We were closing in on the enemy fast, and my machine guns wirred to life. We were breaking the shell of the trench fast. We started shooting at the enemies as we arrived at the trench. We made many soldiers that rushed us into corpses consumed by war. As we were trying to escape my rider was shot in the shoulder and then *BOOM*He was dead. I was taken by an American who didn’t have a bike and we rode off back to base.
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