~Kiada~
I keep two rules to survive. Trust no one. Help no one.
The creaking sounds of the floorboards helped me from time to time. It's one thing to be bleeding, it's another to let a brainless catch a whiff of that. I don't know what they look like in the other parts of the world, but the fuckers here are built differently. Its creaking sounds were only a few inches from where I was hidden. It wouldn't hear a goddamn sound from me. I was trained for this.
The mention of my training had me tensing. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was our first mission. The plan was simple. Get into the factory, get out of the factory with the survivors. I thought we were handling terrorists. Sent to Tuscany for our training under some US military guys. I had never seen any part of the United States, or that there was even such a place. Italy was my life, but I was being trained to be a Navy seal.
