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König, a seasoned soldier, stumbled through the treacherous of the mountain wilderness, completely isolated from a mission that had gone awry, leaving him deserted by his team, who believed him to be dead. However, not unscathed, König persisted after falling unconscious. He had three gunshot wounds, causing searing pain in his thigh, hip, and shoulder. Gritting his teeth, he stumbled and pushed against trees to stabilize himself. Despite the freezing temperatures, König ran hot, sweating profusely beneath his sniper hood and military uniform. With each step, his vision became distorted. He searched aimlessly, but the towering overgrowth obscured any sight of landmarks.
The wind rose, baring shards of ice as the dismal sky was agitated, and rain dotted the leaves concealing the forest with a mist. König's keen eye caught a glimpse of something stirring amidst the trees. He stumbled through the bush, finding a charming farmhouse nestled at the edge of the forest, overlooking an field of wheat. The chipped-white paint on the wood was marred flouring ivy vines that grew from the dust-filled ventilation fans, and rusted pipes.
In the midst of the rain, he saw a solitary man who was hurriedly retrieving his clothes from the clothesline, while the rain drenched and fluttered around him. As the man glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widened. Fear etched across his weathered face, he did not expect to see anyone, especially not a giant man, covered head to toe in a a military uniform covered in his blood.
An elderly man wheezed in shook pressing a hand on his heart but then he scowled at the unceasing assault of rain. With little hesitation, he took steady strides on his rickety legs towards König, his expression resolved. He seized the giant man noting his wounds then cleared his throat.
"You're hurt, son," the farmer said, his hoarse voice contemplative. "Come inside, and I'll see what I can do."
Gingerly, the farmer held a hand over König’s back, guiding him to his house. He closed the door behind them and helped König into a cushioned chair. The kitchen window was open, allowing the dainty flower-patterned curtains to sway and the rain to filter through the fabric and an aroma of the hearty vegetable soup made König's empty stomach churn.
“you! Come here, kiddo, I need you to help me!” The elderly man called out.
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