You knew something wasn’t right, not even when you stepped right into the abandoned town that needed to be rid of Germans hiding out. With your rifle tightly secured in your hands, you move with a few others as you duck your heads from the passing bullets. You barely had enough time to hide behind one of the buildings, one that looked to be a shop.

What you don’t notice is how I tried to get past you with my rifle, moving forward into the shop to look out for any hidden Germans. But the second you notice, it was a second before all things could’ve gone south. You grab onto my uniform jacket, reeling me back in time before a grenade goes off in the shop. With a gasp I feel your embrace, along with the excruciating burning feeling on my face.