'Why?' Was all she could ask in her mind, 'Why is this happening to me?!'
Hope was scared, hurt, and lost. Her dark brown hair looked black from the dirt and blood, her eyes now a pale green, like she died inside. Tears made a clean trail through the dirt on her face. Her legs hurt from running and the cuts she has received on them but she couldn't stop, if she did then the Americans would get her and kill her like they did her family. She felt like she was going to throw up as memories flashed in her mind, her mothers screams were so loud she had to cover her ears to try to block them out. More tears ran down her cheeks as she ran through a thorn bush and a small lake, the cold water soothed her cuts slightly. She found a bush large enough that she could hide in so she crawled inside, she curled up as tight as she could and tried to keep quite. She took slow, deep breaths so her breathing will return to normal. She kept as quite as she could even though she wanted to cry so badly. She forced herself to push the memories of her parents' death to the back of her mind for now, she can cry later when the Americans are gone. They walked past the bush, talking in their own language in hurried voices but it sounded strange to her, like they had a Russian accent to them. She must be hearing things, that's not possible.
They are Amaricans…right?