The sun was hardly visible behind the morning fog. It had started getting colder and colder every passing day. Soon, the entire military base would be covered in white snow.
However, some condemned souls hoped never to see the color white again.
Samuel was still locked underground. He had gotten to see Bradley a few days ago, and that little moment had been the happiest moment of his life for him. But the peak of that moment only stayed for some seconds before disappearing.
Hope was a terrifying thing. But this terrifying thing was the only thing left in Samuel's distorted mind right now.
He wished he could stop hoping for the Lieutenant General's belated arrival. He wished he could start hating the man again.
But his hopes were high. He trusted the man as much as he feared him. So, hoping for his arrival was a natural part of his thinking process.
