I was up and getting ready for my date with Hawkeye when there was a knock on the door.
"Hello, Hawkeye," I greeted him at the door.
"Hi, lovely," he smiled. "Where should we go?"
"I don't know," I said as we started wandering aimlessly around the camp.
"There's always the minefield."
"Very funny."
Eventually, we got to the edge of camp and we both stared at the countryside. I turned around. "It's getting cold. I'm going to get a jacket."
"You couldn't have-" He was interrupted by several gunshots that hit the ground near us. I jumped closer to him. I didn't have time to ask what was going on before a short, stocky man came to us. With a gun pointed toward us, he said in broken English, "I help Korean cause! I take Americans! Listen to me." He got behind us and jabbed us in the backs with the gun. "Go."
"I think we better listen to him," Hawkeye murmured.
"No talk!" the man shouted with a sharp jab in Hawkeye's back.
We came a little ways into the fields where Hawkeye and I had been looking before. There was a jeep there. An American jeep. We were ushered into the back. The man started to drive away from camp towards the countryside. We weren't tied up, but every sound of move we made would make the man stop the jeep and turn towards us with gun aimed at whosever's chest that had made the noise or movement. We couldn't leave without being detected. There was no cover to speak of for us to shelter behind if we did make a break for it. We would either stay or be shot. We stayed.
Eventually, we got to a small, sturdily built hut with an equally sturdy looking shack next to it. We were herded into the small hut. The door was firmly closed and locked behind us. The hut was dark with no windows, although once my eyes adjusted to the dark, I could see by a few shafts of moonlight that came through several cracks in the ceiling. I gasped as I saw the white gleam of bones in one corner.
"What does he want from us?" I asked.
"We may be hostages or prisoners. Although, I'm afraid he may be just keeping us here until we die. Less on the American side, you know?"
I could see he was trembling. He took my arm. "Come on, lovely. Let's sit."
He took me to one of the strongest beams of moonlight, away from the bones. I snuggled next to him and took comfort in his warmth and soon we were both fast asleep, holding on to one another.