[ WP ] Write from the perspective of a tank crew as their tank is hounded down , disabled , and eventually destroyed by enemy infantry . Make it a horror story .

Even though the streets were quiet, the crews kept the hatches closed and their eyes open. Hours into the city, they tried to scan every window of every building. Kawalsky's tank sat as the 3rd vehicle in the column; one soft-skinned APC and tank ahead, with two tanks following. Kawalsky tried to keep the drew focused, but their eyes glazed from hours of advance without rest. It all blurred together. 
 
 Three small lights fell from a window on the left, landing on top of the tank in front, exploding into a blanket of fire, covering the tank ahead. `` MOLOTOVS! PUT A CANISTER ROUND SECOND FLOOR LEFT!'' Kawalsky yelled to the gunner. The second floor exploded into a vapor of debris and dust. Bricks pinged against the tank body as they rained down, and the third floor collapsed, spilling into the street. Kawalsky swing his 12.7 cannon around to check the tanks behind him to check the tanks to the rear. As he did, the commander of the tank ahead climbed from the tank screaming, only to be met by rifle fire from the left. The gunner sprayed fire from his coaxial cannon into the shop blindly. The rest of the crew from the tank ahead cooked in the tank, their screams terrifyingly audible between the gunfire. Kawalsky turned in time to see the tank to his rear fire a canister round into the buildings on the left. Just after the round struck the building, a man from the left appeared from the smoke, throwing a charge down the tank cannon. Kawalsky fired his machine gun, the rounds tearing the bomber's body apart. `` BRAVO THREE, CEASE FIRE! CLEAR YOUR AUTOLOADER!'' Kawalsky yelled through the radio, but it was too late. There was a thud like a sledgehammer hitting a 55 gallon drum, and smoke shot from the hatches of the tank to his rear. The APC to his front pulled over, the crew stumbling out towards the building for cover, but those who left were shot down. Enemies charged the vehicle. The gunner tried to dust the vehicle off, but they swarmed it like ants, firing small arms in the open doors and hatches. Tossing a grenade in, the enemies scattered for cover from the gunner's coaxial cannon fire. Kawalsky shot wildly into the windows all around them. The ground shook with an explosion as an IED set off the magazine of the tank at the rear of the column. 
 
 `` GET US THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!'' Kawalsky yelled. 
 
 `` We ca n't go anywhere! We're boxed in!'' the driver yelled back. 
 
 `` Through the building! Go!'' 
 
 The driver turned the tank to the right and slammed the tank into the storefront on his right. The vision went dark as it pounded through the brick walls, collapsing parts of the roof on the tank. Light broke as the tank emerged into an alley, then darkened again when it met the back wall of the building on the other side. Light broke once again as the tank emerged onto a deserted street. The tank paused. 
 
 `` Now where?'' 
 
 `` Shit, they took out the antenna. We're on our own,'' Kawalsky growled. 
 
 `` We ca n't stay here!'' the gunner urged. 
 
 `` North. We can hit the highway back to open ground. We have the advantage there.'' Kawalsky ordered. 
 
 The tank turned ans began to crawl North. Kawalsky tried to swivel the gun to check windows, but it crunched and crawled along. 
 
 `` Check the turret. How is the movement?'' 
 
 `` Filled with shit. She moves, but slow.'' 
 
 `` Mine too. Filled with shit from the building.'' 
 
 `` We going to clear it?'' 
 
 `` No. That's just the golden opportunity they're looking for... One of us exposed on up top. We're just going to get out of here as fast as we can.'' 
 
 None of the three spoke for a time. To be shot or blown up, that was a death, but to cook alive from a molotov cocktail was another thing entirely. The screams of the lead tank echoed throughout the three of their minds. 
 
 The driver spoke first, `` Do you think... we should have hit them with a shell? Stopped their suffering?'' 
 
 `` Focus on your job. We're still alive, and we need to stay focused on staying that way.'' Kawalsky cut him off. 
 
 The tank Turned a corner, and in the street stood a group of fighters. The crew and the fighters looked at each other, for an eternal few seconds. 
 
 `` Cannister, now!'' the order was shouted to the gunner. 
 
 Two of the fighters dropped to one knee, pointed anti-tank rockets at Kawalsky's tank and fired. One flew past, detonating in a building far behind them, the other ricocheted off the slanted armor in front. 
 
 `` We're jammed! I ca n't get the turret over there!'' The gunner screamed. 
 
 `` Turn the tank!'' Kawalsky yelled to the driver, who began to turn the tank to point the gun in their direction. The fighters seeing the jammed gun, started to rush the tank, lighting molotov cocktails. 
 
 `` Fuck Fuck Fuck! They've got molotovs!'' The gunner screeeched. Kawalsky fired his 12.7 machine gun into the fighters, blowing the two fighters with RPG's into unrecognizable pieces. Just as the fighters got to about throwing range, the cannon reached them and the gunner fired. The fighters vaporized and the molotovs exploded in giant fireballs. 
 
 The crew sat heart pounding, looking at the scene in front of them. A jagged triangle was cut into the pavement in front of them, flaming from the gasoline with crimson streaks that were once fighters. 
 
 `` They're forming to hunt us down. We have to get out of here now. Gun it.'' Kawalsky said flatly. 
 
 `` Yes, sir,'' the driver replied, voice quivering. 
 
 They drove around the flames, turning North again. The gunner moved the turret left and right to try to stop it from sticking, recovering some movement. In the distance, there was a cloud of smoke. They reached the end of the street and turned. Formed ahead of them was a roadblock of steel guiders, cement dividers, and cars. They saw fighters all over the road waiting for them. 
 
 `` Roadblock!'' 
 
 `` There, in front of us! Down the alley!'' Kawalsky ordered. The tank sped into the alley as an RPG flew past behind them. Fighters filled the alley behind them chasing them. `` Behind us!'' 
 
 `` It's too tight! I ca n't turn the cannon around in the alley!'' The fright showed through the gunner's voice. 
 
 The driver cursed the tank as he pushed it to top speed. The debris in the alley slowed its pace, and the fighters were gaining. 
 
 Kawalsky's machine gun finally swung to the rear, and he picked off fighters as they drew near, each with a burst. The machine gun stopped. 
 
 `` I'm dry! Fuck!'' Kawalsky paused. `` Keep heading North out of this alley no matter what!'' He grabbed a can of ammo, slammed his hatch open, and popped up top to reload his machine gun. As he ripped off the spent can, small arms fire came in, announcing its arrival with pings on the hull. A metallic slap against the spent ammo can shook Kawalsky, driving the reality home. He loaded the belt into the machine gun, pulled the charging handle, and felt a punch in the chest as a round hit him in the vest. He was knocked off his feet and fell back into the tank. He patted himself frantically and ran his hand under his vest. Dry. The vest stopped the round. Snapping back into it, he reached up and slammed the hatch closed. Fear, rage, and adrenaline ripped through him. He jumped back to the weapon's controls and yelled as he fired frantically into the following crowd until the barrel began to glow faintly from the heat. 
 
 As they drew closer to the end of the alley, a car flew in front, blocking the exit. Fighters got out, taking over behind it to fire anti-tank rockets. 
 
 The gunner yelled, `` You bastards!'' and fired a shell into the car. The fighters and top half of the car ceased to exist. The tank reached the car, and vaulted over the top. 
 
 `` Swing around and hit the wall! Block'em in!'' Kawalsky yelled. 
 
 The turret and tank swung to the right, and fired a shell into the corner of the building on the right. The corners of the buildings collapsed into the alley, throwing out a cloud of dust. 
 
 The highway was in front of them. Without words, the driver pressed the gas, and moved forward onto it. 
 
 As they reached the safety of the open ground, tears streamed down their faces in the silence.
