A nurse stands to my right, drawing blood from my arm as the dream fades into the deepest recesses of my mind. Sophie’s face lingers in front of my eyes for a moment before dissipating into the harsh fluorescent light. noch 205 Wörter
The first week ended and our descent into hell began.
Attacks came from all sides. The onslaught of bullets never seemed to end. Our ears were filled with the sounds of the fired shots, resembling the cacophony of jackhammers and ringing just the same. noch 210 Wörter