Rescue from the Nightmare

[alertcommando]

The door opens into the streets of a small abandoned village: it is night, a chilly autumn night.

The bright moon in the sky makes the numerous footprints of heavy boots and the even more numerous prints from attack dogs' paws clearly visible. The ground also shows tire marks and the tracks from an Armored Personnel carrier. A keen eye might also notice spent bullet casings here and there.

Unfortunately, none of those seems much recent.

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[song_tra_bong]

The corner of her mouth quirks, hidden by the fall of her hair and her bowed head. The girl sounds much like she would have if someone showed up in her part of the jungle uninvited.

"We won't," she echoes.

And now it's time to check the knives.

[daphsnpc.livejournal.com]

And later, it will be time to rest (http://tanyadams.livejournal.com/7738.html?thread=172346#t172346).