Tolia coughed. The seemingly endless lines of dirt and corpses seemed to decrease more and more, regardless of the other soldier's effort to add themselves to the pile. He watched the horror unfold, the large, stomping, metal feets of the GH-1945 crumbling down the bayonet and gewehrs his teammates had--if he would even consider them as teammates.
"Do you not have brains!? Please, just stay by the trenches!" he shouted at them. Their lifeless eyes did not move. The sound of stomping and violent thuds filled the air. Tolia gritted his teeth. He wondered if there was some sort of control point he could seize that would free the others--but there wasn't any. The serum was only designed to kill--and be killed. What better way to utilize population than to create endless borders of humans?
"God, save them all." he prayed, before inserting the stripper clip back to the mausers he stole. Shluck, clunk, twang. The residue clip flew past his eyes, as he peered over the trench covers. His eyes were glued.
Fire.
The wall of meat was burning. The landscape turned from red of blood to the orange fury of the inferno. His blue eyes reflected the bloom, silently waiting for the man to snap out of his trance. He was stuck frozen, the inferior M1945 in his hands, his mind in shambles. Through the ghostly presence of the lifeless soldier's screams, a voice emerged through his helmet.
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"Tovarisch. What do you reckon these flowers are, Toli?" a figure asked. Tolia snapped out from his unwordly yawn, and looked to his left. He seemed to tired for his liking, and the droll near his workbench said it all. "Those are western daisies, Akolya. Our friend Brice took it from his trip from Phicotopia." he explained, trying very hard to fight his drowsiness. Akolya went closer and drived the pot of daisies up to Tolia's face. "..and what's that for?"
"So you'd wake up, my friend." he said simply. Tolia, filled with slight annoyance--but mostly grumpiness, stared at the yellow petals. The reflection of colors on his eyes soon faded into a more orange color, as his expressions deafens into a terrified look.
"Wake up."
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Tolia pushed himself up again, coughing more violently as his hands went up and over the sheets. Collin, surprised with his sudden awakening, jolted back in her seat. "Tolia! H-Hey! Go back to laying down!" she ordered, her hands reaching over to his chest. Tolia gasped and wheezed, before his memories flooded back to his mind. What came next was the pain in his guts. "..what a nightmare--ach, damn." he stated, before being interrupted by his own squeamish self. He lookeddown to his lower torso, which was white in bandages. Meanwhile, his acursed shirt laid besides Collin, shredded--but recovering with her handknitting. Tolia laid back again.
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"Has our Russian medic awoken?" a burly voice came. "Get him some drink, on the double." a slightly more pleasing one came. The door opened, revealing two men. One dressed in light blue--and one in strong yellow. One of them was hunk of a man, accompanied by someone similar to Tolia physically, just standing and with shorter hair.
"How many times should I circle around, before Collin finally snaps you out of it, our medic?" "Save it, Jasper. I see your.. shirt is quite different. A better hunt in Koln than my hunt, I assume?" Tolia asked, the back of his right hand on his forehead. "You bet. I even got you some flowers--oh wait, you're still alive." the bulky one added. Jasper sent a drill of a punch. "Not funny, Vatie." Collin commented, though she smiled wryly.
"It's fine, Wisconsin. Did you get something other than bullet casings, Vatoshka?" he asked, raising a dead eyebrow. "Nothing but useless mementos. Not even ours." he said, scratching his head at the sight of other's loss. "Can your tears, Pato. They were gone since the Medici implemented their 'how to win the war' serum to our troopies. They were dead men since the start, and they won't be any different unless we reach Markus Centre." Jasper said, his tongue drifted off. "..and women." Tolia weakly added. Collin sighed.
"This is ironic. I'm the doctor around here." he said, archinghis eyebrows whenever he made any slight movement. "Inappropriate for the time being, Tolia! You need more sleep." Collin said, pointing her free finger at Tolia, whilst the other was clutching his fouled shirt. By now, Vatoshka had already left. "..and get more nightmares? I rather have actual human beings to talk to." he said, remembering the silent dialogues of the fallen soldiers. "There wouldn't be any point in talking if you were to drop dead mid-sentence. Get some sleep--and that's an order." Jasper ordered, strictly having his brute tone with his concerned voice. Jasper left the room shortly afterwards.
"..da." he agreed, before resuming his blank stare at the cracked ceilings. "I'll stay here, y-you can talk to me if you catch another bad dream, o-or if you want to talk in general, of course." Collin notified Tolia. Tolia looked at her, and forced a smile. "I don't want to place more weight on you, Collin. You should get some sleep too." he said, before closing his eyes once more, only a mere faint color of Collin's hair present.
"Good night."
~ end of chapter 1; backpedals ~