It's surreal at how everything has changed how our fate is uncertain, as Im aware of the situation we are in. We are truly stuck here with theses people and I'm filled with fear and a feeling I can't describe anger?, or attachment I'm not sure as I look at Lindsey sleeping facing me for a moment as I wish she didn't have to carry the burden of the ones we lost but I know she does. I get up and hear Lindsey stir from behind me. I slowly turn and she is looking at her bloody shirt in the corner. "Morning," I say low and calmly to not startle her. She looks at me and I can see she is feeling the same way I am. Fear or the unknown..
"Where is he" she says in a small voice no louder than a whisper and I know who she means right away. I nod slightly with a soften look but still uneasy. "I'll show you" I say reassuring. We walk through camp and to the forest. We stop when we see two graves not far in the woods one has a stick cross tied together by rope and some Daisys on it. The other is freshly dug and has a stick cross as well with the shovel off to the side. She turns around an picks a single tulip and looks at his grave a long moment before she lays it on his grave. "Two dead already, its been barely 3 weeks apart. It feels so horribly real how our survival isn't guaranted" She says with a brittle voice.
I walk up beside her looking down at the grave and see tears stroll down her cheeks. She looks as if a lump is forming in her throat. I go to speak but the words catch in my throat as we are inturpted by foot steps behind us. "We're having a funeral for him now... to say goodbye" Roman states low before he looks at a few people gathering. "I know many of us didn't know Rudy and it was tragic he lost his life so soon and so young. I know many of you didn't really know this but he had hope and courage. Hope for something better and courage when things got dicey in battle he'd step up for others, may he rest in peace" Roman says roughly trying to keep his composure.
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