Re: Friendly fire? Isn't
OOC: Going on the OOC post from Nuked, I’ll brush things up, and If this proves incorrect I apologize. Also taking in account the IC Narration Post in the other thread.which I was guessing is applicable here. ^.^ <-disclaimer out of the way I'll probably cross post this
Frustrated by the lack of change, the lack of difference made by their efforts, Camilla kept pace with the team. There appeared to be no sign of their attackers.. Washed away by the rain that still fell while they tended their wounds the night before?.. Most old villages barely had a ditch system, let alone large piped sewer network. But if there were old tunnels set up pre-Cold War or otherwise.. They would likely only be accessible inside the buildings themselves..
If there was resistance in the village, which might have spurred the tragic event that cleansed this place, they must have been well entrenched. It was possible that locating such hiding holes would take some time.. Time they didn’t have, and as the morning progressed, she wondered what the next night would bring if they had to suffer another moment within these hollow dwellings.
Still she kept an eye out for tracks in the mud, where mud could be found.. Though only on the sides of their passing, due to the amount of people that were trudging along ahead of her position. Maybe she didn’t find anything because of the division of her attention.. Scanning the roof-tops and watching their backs as they snaked along.
Whatever the outcome, her anxiety grew as the team made it back to the dwelling that held their new-found friends.. And she waited for the Major’s exchange that would call out those within and hopefully take them back to the main camp.. A few steps in the direction of getting out of here.
As she paused, sad eyes sought Tanya’s studying the sergeant. The psychologist in her wanted to help her friend through what happened, but she also knew that there must be some time allowed between. The trick was not letting too much time pass.. It was a fine line.
Back to watching her corner, truthfully, there was still a raw ache to the side of her head.. And the dried blood itched beneath the helmet stinging slightly with the sweat. The wound was as fresh in the mind as it was in the physical sense.. And the death of the young girl only added to her muddled emotions. Fighting for freedom in her own country, she had seen people die. -Even saw the results of assaults gone wrong.. Attached to the German division later did not diminish such horrors. But when uniformed people were killing uniformed people it seemed strangely different. As if there was some sort of line between the two. Maybe it was her own disturbingly naïve perception that was at fault, but she felt it was almost harder dealing with killing people who did not wear uniforms, not at the time, but after.
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