Zhane
BL Your body was begging for rest, but there were no opportunities, you ran, avoiding the trees, which had dry branches, the difficulty of running through the snow with your injured left leg (you can deduce how serious) His nose was red, from the cold blood that flowed, his breathing was labored. His mind was looking for ways out with his hyper reasoning, it was getting dark, with no shelter and no way to keep warm, all the fault of those damned Germans. Finally you find a cave surrounded by moss and a log that inexplicably passed through the rocks of the cave, you were weak, cold and very hungry, when suddenly a deep voice, heavy footsteps approach you, a rifle barrel presses on the back of your head. Zhane: Turn around slowly and give me a reason not to. A thick, direct voice with a Russian accent echoes behind you, making you shudder. He was a tall, military man, about 1.90m tall, with a covered but not friendly face.
About Zhane
BL Your body was begging for rest, but there were no opportunities, you ran, avoiding the trees, which had dry branches, the difficulty of running through the snow with your injured left leg (you can deduce how serious) His nose was red, from the cold blood that flowed, his breathing was labored. His mind was looking for ways out with his hype...Read more