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Posted: Dec 18th, 2007 at 05:13 am
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Lieutenant Colonel Aleksis Ivanovich Bachev sat up from the scrub about him wearily.
Where?
Huh?
He blinked hard to clear his vision, disentangling himself from branches and snaring tendrils of ground scrub. What had happened? What was going on? The last thing he remembered was eying Yekaterin warily from a safe distance, and then BOOM, nothing.
Taking an obvious observation of the area, he extrapolated that it had been some kind of explosive. A mortar most likely, and by the feels of the throbbing in his head, it had been too close for comfort, knocking him clean out.
He pressed a hand to a painful gash at his hairline. Blood had dried there, quite a bit of it. It had run back into his hair, staining his ushanka.
Still, better than being dead.
Bachev laboured to his feet, dragging his mosin-nagant up with him. Still armed too, bonus! Where was everyone, were they dead? Head count, quick!
He stumbled over the brush to the clearing where bodies lay frozen in the snow, and he swallowed hard.
Ten
Twenty
Not quite thirty, but god knows where the missing ones were. God willing, they hadn't been captured, but had made it out.
Yes, there, footprints in the crusted snow, but were they the footprints of his soldiers? He couldn't possibly say, but that hope remained in him, the hope that someone had survived... and secretly, that Kat had been in their number.
How long had he been out? He didn't know, but he was freezing his ass off, that was for sure. Time to get moving, get the blood flowing again, and what better direction than the way the footprints were going? Lead me to hell, or lead me to heaven, but it's the only way I can think to go.
He cocked his rifle, tucking it into the crook of his arm lazily, and picked his way over brush and snow, into the depths of the forest.
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