[i]Two Years, one month, and an unknown amount of time left till this hell ends. [/i]The thoughts of one woman who hoped to assist her people and her country from the side lines is now on the front lines with little to no experience. It wasn't the worst thing that could of happened since there is a chance for survival as slim as it may seem. But the quirky woman was not built for such situations and that scared her more than anything else; so she thought. 

Rain hit the makeshift shelter, that could easily pass as a dog hut, like miniature bombs. It sent loud thuds to the thin sheets of wood that could be blown over easily by the simplest of gusts. Inside this small shelter that sat in some of the darkest allies of the town, was a woman who has been hiding out for some time now. A woman separated from her group was now on her own for the time being. The thin woman, curled in the fetal position, constantly listening to the radio hoping to patch through to her comrades or to pick up a friendly signal was left with nothing but silence for days now. Glancing up to the darkened clouds, she gave a small sigh and deep down prayed something would come through soon. 

Her prayer was not left without a challenge. Shortly after, a static transmission begun to come through on her radio. Startled, she quickly turned the volume down and pressed it against her ear. [i]It's not a code...[/i] She thought. [i]Ah, it's the Germans.[/i] The transmission was unstable, like most, thus she struggled to get a clear understanding. Eventually, the transmission broke into silence and she placed the bulky radio back down to her side. The Germans were in the area over a suspicious figure, the woman had to be careful if she didn't want to get caught. Listening outside for a moment, she tried her best to block out the rain and listen for footsteps. There were none. The woman sat up in her makeshift shelter and peaked out. For a moment she thought about grabbing the other piece of plywood that was coated in mud to look like a dark open space. A disguise best used at night. But hesitation stopped her. [i]What if the suspicious figure needed help, but what if it was just another enemy?[/i] There were just too many "what-ifs" but the woman struggled to stay put.

Pounding her fist into the ground out of frustration towards herself, she got up and begun hugging the buildings, carefully making her way around corners. It was not long before the woman heard a single gunshot echo nearby. This caused her to duck into the mud as fear filled and her limbs froze. She waited a good ten to fifteen minuets before sliding her back against the building, wet stone walls, and taking a few more steps. Fighting was not her specialty, she wasn't even suppose to be out here. But here she was, with an assigned deadman's gun and some heavy equipment. 

As she reached one of the corners leading to the next allyway, footsteps could be heard in the opposite direction. Luckily they were leading away which caused her to give a small sigh of relief. Making her way past a few doors, she came across one that had heavy foot trafficking in the mud. [i]This must be it.[/i] She thought. The woman, who was covered in mud with barely a clean patch on her face waited a moment listening to her surroundings before knocking on the door. There was some light she could see so someone surely had to be in there. She thought for a moment before translating; 
"Bonjour. I'm a friendly. Tout le monde est-il bien? I'm a medic if you need help." she said almost doubtfully in herself.