pt20 in the shadows

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There was a shuffle before a lound resounding punch echoed through the woods. A body landed next to you, panting with blood steaming out his nose that's not ace. Its Joe.

"Joe" you whisper in awe. He groans and glances up at you with pain filled eyes, but you can see the relief when he notices its you.

He hisses as someone grabs his legs preparing to drag him away "run" he gaspes out as He's dragged away.

In a panic to get to your fallen Conrad, you rush over to the edge of the brush on your knees, not caring if they get scratched up. Peeking through the leaves you could see the slumped over form of skip and Joe with his head down, blood freely flowing from a broken nose.

There were four guards surrounding the two, and one was scolding them in a harshly thick German accent. The man circles around them before jamming the butt of his rifle into the back of Joe's head, you inhale in empathy concussion.

The guard abruptly stops and looks over in your direction. With wide eyes you cease breathing in a vain attempt to not be found. He begins to approach your hiding place he's found me, I'm going to jail... I can't go to jail, I'm to young to die!- shhh-zt! Listen.

You pause as the crunching of leaves and twigs reaches the back of your ears. "Ahh, did you find any of ze others?" the guard that struck Joe asked the unseen man.

A voice from above you made you jump "Unfortunatly, no" He stated as the other guard made himself seen.

You subconsiously scoot back as the two enemies stand above you, conversing about what to do with the new prisoners. As you Quietly back up with fear in your eyes your back hits against something hard.

You stop, not daring to make a single movement. Your hands move behind you to feel what your back had hit, all they find is a long cotten covered leg and hard leather boots.

With a sharp intake you lift your head to the sky, a large rounded German guard loomed over you. He dosnt seem to notice you at the moment as he starts to quietly hum an unknown tune.

You run away blowing your cover. Go to pt 20A

You stay where you are, positive the guard won't find you under his fat. Go to pt 20B

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