Descriptive Writing

The desperate need to save their friend seemed to be the only thing in the men’s head. Three desperate men dragged a body along with them as they left the shootout taking place behind them. The shuffling of their feet filled the streets as they struggle to keep the body above ground while moving quickly to their hideout. The wind blew hard on them; air filled the small openings found in between buttons and cloth. They did not have weaponry of any sort around them, leaving them defenseless with only coats or cloth hats to protect them. Seeing their friend already perished by the evil of war, they became more desperate to escape the imminent danger coming their way. As the three got to the junction where a right turn would take them to their destination, they saw two imminent shadows approaching they could not decide to feel afraid or to feel relieved. Two of their comrades came to a halt beside them, one after another and stood helplessly beside the scene. And unable to believe their friend has parted them in just that instant. One had hands in his pocket, as if trying to look for something to grab to feel a sense of safety. While the other did not have time to react to the situation and could just leave him frozen to a shock. They never thought a day like this would come, but they could only do nothing to help their friend and stand helplessly beside his dead body and in their hearts pray to heaven that he will be fine there. Also pray that he would bless them to be safe from the war. Everything tasted bitter that time, everything sounded unpleasant, every sight seemed disgusting, every smell smelled pungent but every touch was filled with friendship.