1st | Ground Zero | voice/video
[ A lone figure stands out against the stark backdrop of the baseball diamond, almost glowing white against the setting darkness. A sheet of white hair, impossibly long legs and a slender build. It's difficult to tell the subject's gender or nationality.
Despite the heavy rain there's no movement made to find cover, or even duck away from the downpour. The stillness and quiet remains until the figure finally moves their head, breathing softly before looking down into the recording NV.
Finally speaking, their voice is almost too soft against the volume of the downpour. ]
Is the war over... are we free to leave, or have I become a POW?
I don't know anything, I was only a medic... if my comrades are injured, please let me help them.
Despite the heavy rain there's no movement made to find cover, or even duck away from the downpour. The stillness and quiet remains until the figure finally moves their head, breathing softly before looking down into the recording NV.
Finally speaking, their voice is almost too soft against the volume of the downpour. ]
Is the war over... are we free to leave, or have I become a POW?
I don't know anything, I was only a medic... if my comrades are injured, please let me help them.