Rose looked out over the destitute land. How long had she lived here? Where was her family? All she had in her hands were two bloody swords. What had happened? Down at her feet laid German. His throat had been cut and he was lying in his own blood.
She steeped back in fear and tripped over something. She jumped up and looked down. On the ground laid a boy on his back. She threw the swords on the ground and held her hands over her face.
"Well done Rose!" a voice said from behind her.
She turned around and before her stood Tirrell and two other people. a muscular guy with short black hair and a girl wearing a black leather coat.
"You did it Rose!" said Tirrell with his arms stretched out. "I always knew you would be their down fall."
Rose held her hands over her face and yelled "Shut Up!"
It began to get dark and all she felt was Artic coldness. Was she near death? She fell to her knees and let out a deep breath.
"Rose," yelled German "are you okay?"
She opened her eyes and stared face to face with German.
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