Five-Minute fiction - 00:32-00:37
Dont do it, Dominec! someone called, it sounded like Warburton, but Dom didnt care.
There was nothing but open field in front of him, and behind him were a lot of bad men with guns. The problem is those bad men with guns, used to be his friends, his buddies, his squad mates, now he was about as liked as a German soldier.
He slipped and slid through the wet grass, the dew of the morning still heavy on it. His boots crushed white floors, bearing the stalks down in his frantic escape. It didnt help that his hands were cuffed in front of him, the steel of the manacles tight against the naked flesh of his skin.
More shouts echoed from the direction of the encampment and he heard more rattling as more and more men gave chase. It didnt do a unit well to have a dissenter in the mix, and to have one escape while under lock and key, wouldnt sit well with command. They had tried to ship him out, but thered been little motion in the direction of the rear and Captain Pinks
Dont do it, Dominec! someone called, it sounded like Warburton, but Dom didnt care.
There was nothing but open field in front of him, and behind him were a lot of bad men with guns. The problem is those bad men with guns, used to be his friends, his buddies, his squad mates, now he was about as liked as a German soldier.
He slipped and slid through the wet grass, the dew of the morning still heavy on it. His boots crushed white floors, bearing the stalks down in his frantic escape. It didnt help that his hands were cuffed in front of him, the steel of the manacles tight against the naked flesh of his skin.
More shouts echoed from the direction of the encampment and he heard more rattling as more and more men gave chase. It didnt do a unit well to have a dissenter in the mix, and to have one escape while under lock and key, wouldnt sit well with command. They had tried to ship him out, but thered been little motion in the direction of the rear and Captain Pinks