2050, ww3, an unoccupied village in France.

Gunter had been stranded on this small village for days now and he didn’t even dare to approach the villagers and provoke them. He was a German soldier in an unoccupied area in France with nothing but his rifle, all on his own.

After having observed this place for days now, there was one house that stood out to him the most. It seemed like a farm where they held animals and the man that owned it had the most prettiest garden in front of it. The man would usually tend the garden in the morning so he knew that that was the best time to approach him and ask for food or shelter. He had a gun and the man seemed to be on his own so he had to comply.. or so he thought.

just as the morning came around and the man stepped out of his house to tend his garden, Gunter nonchalantly approached him, walking right through the garden, stepping on the flowers while he did so as he proudly carried his weapon to appear more threatening. “Good morning sir, how’s it going?” He asked as he crossed his arms, his eyes slowly wandering over to the look of pure anger on the man his face while his own smile slowly faltered.