As they weave their way through and out of the woods, Cecylia couldn't quite make her mind up about how she felt. Being stuck inside the vehicle made her feel overly self-aware of how vulnerable they were, yet, she found some comfort in moving quickly away from immediate danger. Ever since the war had started, ambiguity had been Cecylia's daily bread. Everything about this new world she lived in made her feel ambiguous. The danger had turned from exciting to terrifying to sometimes mundane and then terrifying again. She had begun in love and patriotic, and now, she simply wasn't so sure anymore. The number of shades of gray that tinted her world was becoming nauseating.
When the HMMWV came to a stop, Cecylia was busy fighting the urge to simply vomit on the dashboard. She had been shot at, numerous times, but not by a tank. The suddenness and brutality of the explosion that engulfed the civilian car had stunned silent and as the radio crackled to life she could barely hear it above the heartbeat in her ears.
Sean Cave:
"How we doin guys? You alright?" he looked around and then up through the hatch to Fedor.
She licked her lips, tasting something salty in the back of her mouth. A loose curl of bright red hair had fallen across her face. She pushed it behind her ear, nodding at Sean's question.
“Yes, I am o-kay,” she said, her voice sounding much calmer than she felt.
Fishing around her vest, she went through the various maps she had until she found one of the local areas. She had penciled in as much data as she could before and during their failed operation, and although Intel wasn't anything she was short on, nothing was current. She laid her compass on the map and tried to orient herself as best as she could.
OOC: Navigating offroad using Map and Compass, 09:34, Today: Cecylia Wojcik rolled 7,8 using 1d10,1d8 with rolls of 7,8.
2 Success
OOC: 09:36, Today: Cecylia Wojcik rolled 1,5 using 1d10,1d10 with rolls of 1,5. Historian Talent: area coming up on them.
0 Success
Looking at the name of towns and villages that surrounded them, Cecylia couldn't help but frown. She had spent her entire life in large cities around the world, not in the countryside, and even less in the Polish countryside. Nothing jumped out at her here. All she could hope was that it didn't show too much on her face. She was supposed to be the “local guide” after all.