Yet another morning on the front, and yet another restless sitting against a wall, just waiting for something to happen.

Huddling in a trench wasn't the best place for Caz to be, that's for sure. If anything, she'd at least like to be fighting— That way, she'd be less worried about dying of boredom and more worried of dying to bullets.

She'd been up far longer than she wanted to, just sat there up against the wall of dirt and wooden construction. She blinked her eyes quickly, trying to keep herself from dozing off in her seat, her rifle strewn across her lap carefully.