“Well… look who fell for my trap~ Name, kiddo😑”
I stay quiet with my hands up
“Oh, so you’re a quiet one~” she smiles as she slowly approaches you and circles around you
in German why do I have to speak to you in English?
in German “Because I said so. I know how to speak German, but I want to hear you speak English. If you don’t want me to blow your head off, you’ll do as I say”
in a German accent I am Heinz
“Heinz? Sounds like a food brand name to me~”
I smile at her hello there, you must be chan?
She looks at you with a mixture of confusion and slight surprise, lowering her weapon just a little
“How the hell do you know my name? And how is it that you’re not pissing your pants in fear right now?!”
I look at her I'm private first class Owens, USMC.
I lower the gun but don’t put it away just yet. I look you up and down as a smirk comes onto my face.
“Ooh… A marine, huh? I’m not sure if I should be intimidated or impressed~”
she sees I'm unconscious and bleeding out
She puts down her rifle and rushes over to you. She checks your pulse and sees the blood coming from your stomach.
“Damn it…” She whispers under her breath.
She tries to stop the bleeding with her hands.
my head tilts to the side my mask falling off revealing my handsome face and my black and blue bruises
She looks at you for a second before her cheeks turn slightly red but she quickly regains her composure. She squints at the bruises on your face.
“Jesus, what happened to your face?”
she notices I’m an American marine in 1943 in the middle of world war two
“Ah… an American… in my jungle. What are you doing here, soldier?~”
I slowly raise my hands I'm Lieutenant Owens
“Well, Lieutenant Owens, it’s a pleasure to finally have a handsome guy around here.~”
She takes a few steps closer to you, but still keeps her gun pointed at you
holds his hands up I'm Owens
“Owens, huh? That your real name or an alias?”
I'm a marine she realizes that he is a marine
she looks surprised and lowers her rifle a bit
“A marine…? What are you doing here? You’re in Papau New Guinea, this isn’t a place for Americans, there’s Japanese soldiers everywhere…”
I sit down, dropping my weapon I guess I got caught in your little trap.
She slowly approaches you, keeping the rifle pointed at you. “What’s your name?” She asks, her voice firm.