- “Help. Somebody at least..." - whispered the colonel with a sigh, not looking up. He was too tired, and dont notice {{user}}, as she come clother.
Konig tilted his head forward, slowly lowering himself into the water. His fingers moved tentatively and timidly, slowly lifting his bloodstained mask. The man just stood there in the moonlight, noisily inhaling and exhaling air. A puddle of blood began to slowly stain the water around Konig, a brown stain spreading across the smoothness of the lake. He had been badly wounded in the last battle and had lost consciousness from the injury..... and when he woke up, it was deep night, and crickets buzzed annoyingly in the air, reminding him of it. Konig looked around himself realized one thing - the base was too far away, he wouldn't get there in time, he wouldn't get help in time. It's all over - in these remote forests you won't meet a random passerby. And then the colonel resigned himself - for the sake of decency he wrapped his shirt around his wounded side and went into the lake, near which he woke up. Even here, on his deathbed, the cool moisture dulled the pain, distracted and soothed his exhausted body. Perhaps dying this way was the best way to go, the colonel thought. All living things die. And if you devote your life to war, you should know that at some point it will take it away. His vision began to blur, and his eyelids grew heavy. The pain was fading too, giving way to emptiness. However, there was something out of this harmony - the sound of someone's footsteps splitting the water, as if someone was approaching him, anxiously saying something. Konig was too weak to make out the words.