Story 3

Heat. Almost unbereable heat. That's the first thing Carter felt when he started to regain consciousness.

He tried to shift his body but every movement caused him immense pain. He groaned quietly. His eyes fluttered open halfway and he took in his surroundings. He was lying on the floor of the woods. Near camp, he assumed. Flames everywhere, dark fog up in the air.

The last thing he remembered was that he and Newkirk had sneaked out late after evening roll call. They were supposed to meet some Underground agents, gathering informations to destroy Hitler's next plans. And then all of a sudden his world had exploded. A bright yellow light had illuminated the whole scene, followed by a loud "boom".

Then the heat had settled in. A heat he'd only known from the time when the sun had burned down on his skin, back home in Bullfrog North Dakota, on a really hot day. But this felt ten times worse. No soft prickling where the sun would kiss his skin but hotness that tried to melt his inner bones. He didn't know how long he could take this.

He attempted to call out but his throat felt like sandpaper and the only thing that came out was a pained wheeze. The young sergeant swallowed and started anew.

"Somebody... Please... help..." Carter gasped.

"Nobody will help you. You're alone. Your friend isn't here anymore," a voice said in his ear.

Carter startled slightly. He hadn't noticed someone emerging from the bushes and standing beside him. He tried to identify the person but his vision started swimming in and out of focus so he had no idea who this shadow-like figure was, talking to him. Altough the voice sounded very familiar. He'd definitely spoken to this person somewhere before. Carter flinched when he felt a soft hand touching his cheek. He ground his teeth when long nails trailed down his cheek bone, leaving a burning sensation in his face. He know it was impossible but every touch from this person felt like a hellfire and the air felt so heavy he almost couldn't breathe.

"Not long and everything will be over. Just be a little patient," the voice whispered with a hint of a smile.

"What..."

"Shhh. Just lie still," the shadow ordered him.

The next moment someone was rustling in the bushes and a british voice yelled: "Get away from him!"

Suddenly the shadow was gone and another figure appeared. This time he recognized the person as LeBeau, looking down at him with concern. Maybe he would be able to drag him away from the heat. Scraps of conversation made his way to his ears.

"...lay still...get you back to camp..."

Another voice.

"...catch the guy? ...he set up the fire..."

Just then everything made sense to Carter. This whole meeting was just a lie, leading them right into an onset trap.

It seems like we got a big problem here, Carter thought before his eyes closed again and his world faded to darkness.