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'Why is this so silent?' I shrugged. 'And where is everyone?'

While shaking a bit I managed to stand up. It was hard, after all I just collapsed from exhaustion and I still have to do physical efforts, what sick joke is this?

I looked around me, it was a horrible mess with equipment everywhere. It was like if everyone suddenly ran out of where they came from and threw everything on the ground.

For now I was searching for a familiar face, everytime I'd fall asleep I would appear next to Berthold or Christoph when they had a break from fighting so today wouldn't be different right?

Right?

It's at this moment I hear fast footsteps behind me, people were running in my direction! I didn't know if it would be people I know so I start to back up a little, fear starting to creep inside me. What if they want to hurt me?

So I did what a decent person would do and ran away in the opposite sens of the footsteps. While I was running I heard someone calling for me.

"Eh toi!"(Eh you!)

My blood ran cold. It wasn't German! But I could recognise the trench so what was they doing here?!

"Reviens ici!!"(Come back here!!)

Somehow, my brain did the same thing that with the Germans and I understood what he said, even if it was french.

So the battle I was in was the french against the Germans, maybe Verdun or something. But why are they in the trench?

My eyes widened at the realisation and I run faster. If they are here, that means they won in the no man's land and they killed all the Germans they came across, where are Berthold and Christoph?! Christoph can't even walk properly due to his injuries, is he okay?

I saw movements ahead of me, German soldiers! They were retreating, maybe they know where my friends are!

They seemed to have noticed me following them and I felt shotguns coming my way. The world seemed to have stopped, they thought I was a French soldier.

They recognised me but it was too late, I was gonna be shot. I closed my eyes for the impact.

Who never came.
Confused, I reopened my eyes, the soldiers were in front me, confusion and relief in their eyes.
I looked down at myself I didn't have any injury. 'Where did the bullets go?' I thought. I stayed on place, completely lost.

Until I heard muffled screams behind me. I look back and see french soldiers on the ground, blood leaking out of their clothes. I realised that the bullets fazed inside me and hitted the soldiers who were on my heels.

I quickly got out of my confused state and rushed towards the Germans, they took my arm and run towards the end of the trench to safety.

"Do you know where Christoph and Berthold are?"

I ask the one who were holding me while we were running.

"Als ich sie das letzte Mal gesehen habe, hat Berthold Christoph auf dem Rücken gehalten, aber sie waren sehr langsam, ich weiß nicht, ob es ihnen gut geht.
(The last time I saw them, Berthold was holding Christoph on his back, but they were very slow, I don't know if they're okay.)

The last bit made me a bit worried but we were still running.
I didn't know where would I be next so I was kinda on erges, I was still in the middle of a serious battle darn it!

Suddenly, I heard faint call of help in the brouhaha that was happening, I recognised that voice, that was Berthold's !

I looked everywhere and I saw a turn in the trench, the other soldiers didn't seemed to have heard the calls but I did, I run in the little alley despise the calls of the other soldiers.

That's when I saw them, they were both laying on the ground, seriously injured. Christoph's scars seemed to have reopened and restraining him to move. Berthold was shot in the leg and the side of the stomach and was calling for help for anyone to come but with the ruckus nobody hear. But me.

I cried and ran towards them.

"Berthold! Christoph!"

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~One hour ago~

All the talk will be written in English even if, in the story it's said in German.
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Berthold Pov:

"The french are here!!! We are retreating!! Go go go!!"

I immediately woke up from my short nap, it was bad, I was already seeing the others run to the back of the trench, towards the artillery hoping to avoid the massacre that is going on.

I started to do the same when I remembered the infirmery, Christoph still couldn't walk properly and would rather be killed in one second, I couldn't let that happen. Too much people died already, I can't lose my best friend so I ran up to the infirmery, apparently everyone left already. 'Did they left him to die?!' I thought angrily.

When he saw me his eyes widened.

"Berthold! What are you doing here!?"

"I could ask the same to you!"

"I can't walk and I don't want people lose time to carry me."

"Well you have to say it twice, cause I'm gonna do it!"

If his eyes could widened more, they did.

"What the f*ck are you talking about? Run away!"

"Not without you!'

I say and put him on my back.

"Just let me down, you'll die!"

"If I survive while letting you die I would hate myself my entire life, so shut up."

I say and run out of the infirmery with him on my back. He was heavy but I can't leave him, he's my friend.

I managed to catch the others but like Christoph, they all told me to leave him on the ground. I was about to answer when explosions behind me caught our attention.

"The french are already here?!"

"Go faster!"

They were faster than me and I had a hard time to catch up, when suddenly I got shot in the leg and the side of the stomach. I fell, and let Christoph fell too, reopening his wounds.

We were both on the ground, bleeding out.

"I told you to not to take me! Now you're gonna die idiot!"

I looked up at him, he was crying and yelling, his face was covered with dust and blood from falling down, I think I look at least as bad.

"It's okay, Christoph, we'll be fine."

I heard him choke on his tears and he yelled once more.

"'It's okay'!? 'We'll be fine'!? We're not gonna be fine Berthold!! We're gonna die!!"

He cried on the ground.

"We're gonna die..."

I don't want to believe that, even if my mind screamed to, even if I'm bleeding from my leg and stomach, even if I start to feel dizzy from the blood loss, I won't believe it. After all, we got god's blessing, he sent the angel as a proof, they consoled us when we were suffering from the never-ending pain of the war, they made our days better with just being here and smiling at us. We got god's blessing. But we got it because we never gave up until now, so we have to keep trying and keep hope.

So I called for help. The noises of the outside covered my voice and I didn't even hear it but I kept trying, I kept calling out for help.

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I'm tired, it's been only a few minutes but I feel like I yell for help for hours. Maybe I should give up, maybe I'm really going to die. I looked at Christoph who were already looking at me and cried, I would never see my family again. My eyes started to close on their own, my vision was starting to become black. I sighed sadfully, maybe it's better this way.
I mentally said goodbye to life when...

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"Berthold! Christoph!"