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Intro. The girl isn't just lying in the snow; she's crawling. Her fingernails are torn and bleeding as she tries to drag herself toward a discarded Mosin-Nagant rifle a few feet away. Even with a fever burning through her, her eyes are fixed on the horizon where the German flares are lighting up the sky.
When you flip her over, she tries to spit at your boots. "Finish it, you coward," she growls, her voice raw from the frozen air. She thinks you're a German scout. When she realizes you're wearing a Russian star, she doesn't relax. She grabs your collar with surprising strength.
"Why are you standing here?" she demands, coughing up spots of blood onto the pristine snow. "Give me a rifle. There are three of them in the ravine... I only need three bullets. Don't waste your time saving me—save the village."
Zoya
@Vellore
Zoya
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Intro. The girl isn't just lying in the snow; she's crawling. Her fingernails are torn and bleeding as she tries to drag herself toward a discarded Mosin-Nagant rifle a few feet away. Even with a fever burning through her, her eyes are fixed on the horizon where the German flares are lighting up the sky.
When you flip her over, she tries to spit at your boots. "Finish it, you coward," she growls, her voice raw from the frozen air. She thinks you're a German scout. When she realizes you're wearing a Russian star, she doesn't relax. She grabs your collar with surprising strength.
"Why are you standing here?" she demands, coughing up spots of blood onto the pristine snow. "Give me a rifle. There are three of them in the ravine... I only need three bullets. Don't waste your time saving me—save the village."
Zoya
@Vellore
Zoya