Their troops had moved through like a storm, destroying everything in their path. He was part of the follow up cleanup crew. Nothing was to be left alive. He had just reported in when he found her shivering.
She looked like and average housewife, pretty enough, a little on the heavy side...but there was a look in her eyes that froze his finger on the trigger.
No one else had seen her yet. It was against orders, but he hissed, "Climb in the back of my truck and get under the tarp."
Once she had disappeared, he continued his patrol and tried to keep her from his mind.
He begged of from dinner claiming a headache and took it to her...now he was stuck with her.
(You are the twenties something displaced woman, any one who finds that he has her will kill her. He needs to be convinced she is worth saving. He is only 18 and not yet totally hardened to the war.)
She looked like and average housewife, pretty enough, a little on the heavy side...but there was a look in her eyes that froze his finger on the trigger.
No one else had seen her yet. It was against orders, but he hissed, "Climb in the back of my truck and get under the tarp."
Once she had disappeared, he continued his patrol and tried to keep her from his mind.
He begged of from dinner claiming a headache and took it to her...now he was stuck with her.
(You are the twenties something displaced woman, any one who finds that he has her will kill her. He needs to be convinced she is worth saving. He is only 18 and not yet totally hardened to the war.)