From blacking out in a world undergoing an apocalyptic crisis to waking up in the middle of dense trees, would it be considered as a blessing or a curse? For June, it was the start of a new life. He could live the way he wanted to live, do he things he wanted to do, and most of all, there was no one to bother him. __________________________ En, so this is a BL. For those that have a dislike for it please take heed. Mm, and updating will be based on inspiration.
Hell... That was what he thought when he went to the frontlines. The machines were launching assault after assault with an intermission of a day of bombardment when they failed an assault.It was now his first month on the frontlines. His friends were all dead on the first assault they encountered on their deployment. It was now his fifth trench they’ve overrun the last four.But the on the first day of the new month he would regret joining it before the first Wave. This is like what if WW2 had machines and some other stuff. Inspired by Dima Fedotov’s “Fortress”