Fictional Narrative- (not real info)
There I was watching my city be burned to the ground. I wasn’t going to just let Sherman take it from me though. I, my brother Peaty, and some of my neighbors were going to try to take down 25,000 Northern soldiers. We didn’t even have enough ammo to take out all those people, but we didn’t care. We would fight for Atlanta. Grant said that he wants to finish off the Southern Army, but all he is doing is killing innocent people. We had about 60 people with about 50 muskets. When they were lighting our buildings with torches we were making our own torches and throwing them into the crowd of soldiers. We were hiding in the tallest building in Atlanta. They had no idea where the rain of torches was coming from. It barely seemed like we were putting dents in their giant, massive army, but we kept on fighting. Peaty threw the last torch into the horses that were in the front of the crowd. They had spotted him. Sherman commanded about a 100 men to get us. We boarded up the doors and windows, but it wasn’t enough. They barged in the doors, and we just kept shooting. We killed about a third of the army, then we ran out of bullets. My brother told me to hide in a cabinet while they kept shooting. They had killed about everyone. Then I saw the flame. They had lit the building on fire. I looked out of the window and saw a large pile of hay about 300 feet down. I had to jump. I landed on the soft hay with a loud thud. I could see Sherman’s about a 1000 feet in front of me. I was angry and wanted to kill Sherman. I didn’t have any ammo, I just had a small knife used for cutting things. I stayed in an alleyway to the right of the army. I could overhear them saying that they were going all the way to North Carolina. I snuck all the way up to the front, until I could see Sherman. I threw my knife right into his butt, he died right when it hit him. Then I killed all of his 25,000 soldiers. The war ended not too long after that. Atlanta is now a thriving city.