Raindrop slipped through the grey sky like silver thread decorating a giant canvas, steam of fog turns into dew covering the trees, grass and the empty bullet shells scattered around the mud.
Soft wind harbors the fog breeze through the wet grass...
A man with sharp eyes holding his modified lever action rifle squatted on the ground, dripping rain carry away blood and sweat from his heavy face.
The man stands up, his body shape looks strong but not overly large, the bottom of his dark boots covers with blood and mud, he reaches his gaze scan around the land, searching for any slight trail of movement.
Soon, he found a familiar figure, wounded, tired, lingering against a tree, she gently raised her head, trying to find a single strength to help her stand back on.
The man walks right toward her, pause his step in front of the wounded woman and speak.
"Come on, you've been through worst, we should get going before the rain got heavier."
The man reaches out his hand to the wounded woman after he finished his sentence, woman smirk and grab on his hand, the man helped the woman stand up, then they slowly move forward.
"Right... Back to the mess we dealt in Siberia, see if you still got that humor in you."
The woman responded, they had quiet laugh, for a brief moment the memory took away the wound and weariness.
Rain ticking started to hit harder upon the land, distant thunder roaring across the mountains, the man and the woman draw away the smiles and memories, move on.
They walk through the land, intensified raining formed puddles on the muddy ground, the blood on the ground flow through rainwater into puddles, the bloodstream converges together like a bleeding tree totem, each stream linked to the dead bodies on the ground.
The empty bullet shells scattered around the ground, point out the trace of battle, beside the disarrayed bullet holes on those bodies' chest or limbs, each of them has two bullet holes in their faces.
"Waren..."
"Why two shots?"
The woman asked, the man known as Waren heavily look down to the bloody mud ground, then he quickly looks to the front, pain consumed his eyes, he speaks with depressed voice.
"Sam, you of all people should've known the reason."
The woman, Samantha Wilson, sipped her lips slowly looks to the ground.
"I am sorry…really…really sorry…"
Her voice filed with regret and sorrowfulness; raindrop slide across her cheek along with her tears.
Waren didn't speak, he quietly helping her moving forward.
They walk through the scourged land, straight into the woods, fog gradually raises shroud between the trees, fade away their shadows, Waren and Samantha sink into the mist like they were never here.
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