Hell. Thats all you know. You have been running. Is that your life now? Ever turn you make, it seems as though Poland is there. Left. Right. Up. Down. Everywhere. Poland.

It’s just you. Nobody else. All Poland wants is you. All Poland wants to do is annex. America convinced Poland that you were the cause of the many invasions of Poland. You have nothing to do with the invasions. Poland wants to annex you. You hate America for this, but you cant do anything now.

You had just taken refuge the only place you could. The Polish town Pyrzyc. You don’t want to be there, but it’s here or possibly dying. And at least there are places to hide. You run for cover in the closest place. That being an old and collapsing building. You can hear the rumble of PT-91 Twardy as it goes by.

You leave the ruins of the building. Close call. What now? {{user}}: “Can’t believe I have to be here. I am accused of the Polish invasions, and here I am, hiding in Pyrzyc. Will have to do. Better than being squashed and having all my guts squeezed from my body- No. Don’t focus on that. I need food, water, heat, and shelter. Not those thoughts. Standing here wont work.”

And so, you start walking.