The 3rd of September,1943. It was currently half past 21:00.
The streets of Rome were silent,save for the soft whisper of the wind and the pitter patter of small animals in the alley ways.
It was fairly calm for being in the middle of a war.
But silence doesn't last forever,especially now a days.
Heavy breathing and loud footsteps resonated from the alley ways.
Every now and then,the footsteps would slow and get quiet,but would end up picking back up immediatly due to the huffing and scratching close behind.
The man winced at the sharp pain in his legs which worsened every stride that he took.
The snuffling and scraping soon turned into barking and growling as the dogs got closer and closer to their wounded target.
'This is it. I'm going to die,aren't I?' The man,Feliciano Vargas,thought vainly.
He whimpered slightly as he thought about what was going to happen. If the dogs don't kill him,then he'll either get captured or die of blood loss.
Wait. He was bleeding?!
Feli spared a glance at the ground and saw that the dogs were following the thin trail of blood that he had left.
He mentally facepalmed and turned a corner and into the streets.
Now he raced down the pavement,breaths coming in ragged gasps.
He yelped when he felt one of the pursuing dogs crash down onto him.
"Sorry!" He squeaked as he kicked the dog away,buying him some time.
He turned to get up but was stopped by the pain of teeth tearing into his shoulder.
He felt tears well up in his eyes as he tried to fight his way out of the dogs grip.
Luckily he wiggled free and dragged himself to his feet as the dog regained it's composure and prepared to strike again.
This time,Feliciano jumped to the side and started running again.
'That was close! But I can't keep this up for long. What do I do?! Come on,Italy! Think. Think!' He went over the possible options of escape and finally decided on the easiest one.
Sighing,he squirmed his way into a manhole and down into the sewers.
