Scrawlers

I was in a gang war over a small vacant grassland a few years ago. It was the sort of event people have different versions of. At one point, bombs of broken glass hover in the air and hit people hiding in the tall grass. My first love was there beneath those bushes. Has she been held captive? I do not know. A comrade was taking care of my injuries why I worry about somebody else. Eventually, I was forced to duel an enemy unit. My comrade was stabbed mercilessly. Afterward, he told me he loved the same girl too.