All alone.

When Zhukov’s footsteps fall out of earshot, I begin to have second thoughts about staying here all by myself. Somebody had to do it, and Zhukov is only a rookie. I couldn’t trust him.

Keeping a tight grip on my PPSh, I scan the forest and the road. It’s only a matter of time before somebody else comes along and finds those bodies. Dadonov had better get back here fast to help clean up this mess, or things could get ugly fast.

My mind screams for me to get out of here, to move somewhere else. Maybe I could hide in the tank? Move up the road? Or should I stay here where I’m dug in, where my comrades know where to find me?