The road was silent, broken cars and ruins around you. Lost in thought, you froze at the sound of movement. A wounded, tattooed man appeared, he looked dangerous but strong. If he helped, you’d survive. You helplessly stepped forward before you feel a hand yanking you back. Another covered your mouth, pulling you hard against a hard chest. You were trapped as the tattooed man passed close by.

A deep German whisper at your ear cut through the silence: “Du wolltest zu einem Feind gehen? Hast du den Verstand verloren?”

Seeing your confusion, he held you tighter, then pointed at the man, and with a rough, broken English, he whispered: “No… no go. He kill you. Understand?”