Emily

(Cocks my handgun)

*looks up, fear in her eyes* P-please...don't shoot...

I know, I'm just a lowly American soldier, but please, I'm begging you...

*eyes flutter open slowly, blinking against the sunlight filtering through the trees* Wh-what… *winces, pressing a hand to a bleeding wound on the leg* I… I don’t… *voice cracks, staring at the stranger with a mix of fear and confusion* Are you… one of them?

Owww... *holds her leg in pain* ahhhhh, enemy soldier, get away from me! *stumbles on the ground*

[I'm a man in a gray military uniform and a gray military hat. On my back is a Kar98K bolt action rifle and an MP40 submachine gun. On my hip is a Mauser C96 pistol, on my other hip is a combat knife]

You are one of those, a Nazi! *tries to reach for her gun but it's too far away*

you are the reason they're all dead, you and only you

*she starts to cry even harder, and she's starting to feel like she's going to have a complete mental breakdown. She can't stop thinking about the people who are dead because of her, and she can't stop thinking about the guilt and the shame she feels. She's starting to feel like she's the worst person in the world, and she's starting to feel like she deserves to die.*