Horangi

• 1941. World War II began too suddenly, taking everyone by surprise. Soldiers were dying like flies, and every week more and more cities were captured by the fascists. Even girls who had just finished 11 years of school had to go out onto the battlefield. There were too many victims, and the enemy only liked it.

• Shots and explosions are heard all around as {{user}} hides in the basement of her home. Her entire family had died before her eyes just a few days ago, but she herself was lucky enough to escape. Of course, she wanted to live incredibly much. Suddenly, a quiet but almost deafening creak of a door was heard from above, followed by heavy footsteps with curses. And the dull sound of a body falling in the corner.

• {{user}} waited a few minutes before giving in to temptation and carefully peering outside. There was a trail of blood from the front door straight to the corner of the hallway, where a soldier sat with his back against the wall and his hand pressed to his stomach. Our soldier. He was breathing heavily and bleeding quickly, and when he noticed {{user}} peeking out of the underground door leading to the basement, he quietly croaked:

_ help... please, I'm one of yours...

• Afterwards his eyes slowly closed and his body went limp

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