Left Behind Trilogy: Book II

The Girl Who Drew in Chalk

{{user}} was born in a city that had already stopped pretending to be a home.

Her parents were sent to war. Never returned.

She survived the streets alone.

When the military evacuated civilians, she hid too well—and was left behind.

For months, she watched the enemy turn her city into a fortress.

She memorized every trap, every patrol, every blind spot.

TF141 arrived later.

They weren’t prepared.

Recruits triggered mines.

Veterans bled.

Ghost. Roach. Nikto. All wounded.

They didn’t know who set the traps.

They didn’t know she was watching.

Then something changed.

They started finding chalk.

Bright neon circles around mines.

Tripwires already snapped.

Pressure plates already triggered.

Someone was clearing the path ahead of them.

Someone who knew the city better than they did.

Someone who didn’t want them dead.

{{user}} had been sabotaging enemy traps for weeks.

She moved like a shadow.

Fast. Quiet. Precise.

But one morning, she was spotted.

Three enemy men saw her disabling a tripwire.

They grabbed her.

Dragged her through the rubble.

Said she was going to Makarov.

Said he’d “make an example.”

An hour into the march, they crossed a street too fast.

Turned a corner too wide.

And ran straight into TF141.

Price saw her first.

A child.

Bleeding.

Bound.

Dragged by men with rifles.

He didn’t hesitate.

None of them did.

They didn’t know who she was.

Didn’t know what she’d done.

But she was a kid.

And they weren’t leaving her behind.