She was struggling like a wildcat. Three men and they couldn’t take her down… ‘till Swarski stepped forward and slammed her with the digging tool.

She fell like an empty sack letting out a strange hissing breath.

“Search her,” the captain said.

Hands traveled fast over her body clad in an old, muddy uniform.

“Nothing,” Sartini grunted… “and she’s an ugly bitch, too, ey?”

The men were now growing desperate. Without the map, nobody stood even a remote chance of getting out of this alive.

“Wake her up, wake her up,” the captain snorted, his life slowly emptying into the ground from the shrapnel wound.

Water poured over the woman’s head. Swarski slapped her hard, but the bitch gave no sign of life.

“I think you corked her good,” Maizen said putting his rifle’s muzzle under the chin of the prisoner and lifting her gaunt face up.

“We better push on while there’s light,” the captain gasped.

Silently, they lifted into single file.

“They’re walking straight into where I want them to,” she thought ..