The Past

CENRIC

“You have to promise me, Sergeant Wolff, that you will give this to my daughter.” She was clutching my uniform. Her face was so pale and sweaty, but I could see her beauty had aged in her. Her blue eyes were glassy. 

“No, Dr. Arisov, you will give it to her as soon as we get out of this hell.” I ducked my head, bullets flying everywhere. The old single school building was already filled with bullets hole and the only thing that covered us from those ...