❝ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪꜱᴇ?
ɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴄʀʏ
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ❞
'April 6th 1917'
"Down to Gehenna or up to the
Throne.
He travels the fastest who travels
alone."
Where two young men and a woman during the first world war, are...
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The earth beneath them felt like treacle below their feet. They kept slipping and sliding. Alena was struggling to keep her balance as they manoeuvred between the craters which littered No Man's Land.
The remainder of the British wire runs in haphazardly placed loops in front of them. "How are we supposed to get through?" Alena asked, breathing heavily.
"Leslie told us to keep an eye out for the 'bowing chap'." Schofield replied, looking back to her.
They continue walking, a putrid stench works its way into Alena's nostils, filling them with the smell of death. Trying not to gag, she kept going, walking across the treacle like land.
"What's the smell?" She felt nauseated, the smell making her stomach churn.
"It's the horses." Blake spoke.
She hadn't noticed them until now, the bones of a dead horse laid just beside a crater, a think layer of hair seemed to be covering them.
As she moved closer, Alena realised it wasn't hair, but an army of flies, each feasting on the flesh of the deceased animal.
As Alena waits, examining the corpse, the men move on, through the first break in the wire, Alena quickly tries to catch up, only to slip in the mud, "Fuck." She cursed, earning a stare from the men.
Schofield continued walking, approaching the second line of wire. As they near it, Schofield notices a German soldiers corpse, stuck in the wire, and arm outstretched in a courtly manner, as if bowing.
"Here." Schofield said, directing the other two to him.
He took hold on one of the posts holding the wire, pulling it to allow Alena and Blake to pass through. As he is about to let go, his hand slips, the barbed wire slicing his hand. He lets out a slight hiss.
"Will, are you alright?" Alena asks, concerned.
Schofield nods, closing his hand and holding it to his chest. He indicates for them to move on through.
"Look for cover." He orders the two.
Alena and Blake continue on the way, trying to find anything they can hide behind.
"Sap trench." Schofield whisper shouts, nodding his head to the area directly in from of them. Alena trys to catch up with him, sliding in the mud again.
As he nears the edge of the trench, Schofield prepares himself to jump into it.
He jumps, feet skidding down the old, blown up wall. He lands on his back, he begins to examine his wounded hand, Alena slides down the mud to the area beside him, breathing heavily.
"You alright?" She asks, eyeing his hand. He nods, a small smile playing on his lips.
Just as she was about to reach out and examine it, Blake jumped down into the space beside her. He looked to his side, seeing a dead German soldier half buried in the dirt, his lips and eyelids having been chewed off by the rats.
