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myles nodded in agreement, recalling some of their own experiences with close calls in the past. it were as if shooting anything that staggered into sight was the volatile instinct of every soldier.
pressing on, he took his sisterβs lead and followed into the muddy war zone
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let alone tread right where crowds of heavy boots had been just hours earlier. it was triggering every anxiety he had about their situation, from worrying they were lost to the fear of being suddenly encroached upon by an armed soldier.
keep it together, myles. there are worse
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once both felt refreshed and ready to go, myles reached out for her hand to begin their trek back the way they came. the distant booms still drew a slight flinch from him every now and then, but he knew they couldnβt afford to stop and wait it out now.
the walk through the
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abandoned station was more unsettling the third time around. his eyes under his frayed hood panned over the dried blood staining the ground, reminded of the scene from hours earlier where that horrid beast had spawned itself and attacked their friends.
he shook his head to
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hand to his chin, he considers the idea. taking a coat off a corpse might be well enough to help them get through the camp undetected. they may as well give it a go, seeing as they had already snatched helmets that could work as part of it.
βgood idea,β he says finally,
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that himself at one point. they just needed to not draw too much attention and pretend they were meant to be there. it could work.
βare you ready to go?β he waded back onto dry ground, then sat down to temporarily remove his shoes and shake out the water sloshing inside them.
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her brother does the same, crouched at the shallows and bringing water up to his face to wash away some of the grime and dust. once heβd cleaned away a majority of it, though it did little to actually βcleanβ him, he at the very least felt refreshed and began doing the same for
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at least he still had a crowbar as a means of defense, but it wouldnβt do a damn thing against bullets or bombs.
βshould we sneak into their camp?β he turned halfway to face her as he raised the idea. βmight have somethinβ usefulβ¦ or one of our group could be there.
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just before he considered moving towards the barb wire fence for a closer look in the camp, her statement gives him pause.
her logic makes sense. if either of them were ever separated from the group, the boat was a familiar meeting point they would definitely return to in
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closest to where they had last left the boat on a shore. there was nothing wrong with going back to collect themselves first, he kept telling himself. besides, even he couldnβt deny feeling parched from inhaling dust and ash for several hours straight now, maybe the rope
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