A Path To Freedom Rebecca

Chapter 5

TRAPPED

We wandered around the desert with no water or food trying to find any living human form. Finally, Diana and I headed back toward the campsite, hoping to find supplies and survivors. We had to return to where everything had taken place, just praying to find some one who wasn't dead.

As we neared the camp sight we saw movement. We lay down in a nearby ditch, watching two men walking around in civilian clothing. If only we could get a glimpse of their faces so we knew who they were! But they kept their backs to us.

Suddenly someone jabbed me in the back. "Drop your weapons or I'll shoot," he said in a high pitched voice.

Diana and I were trembling and I almost wet my pants as I dropped my weapon beside Diana's gun.

"Who are you and what is your business here?" demanded the voice again.

"My name is Diana and this is Devin. Who are you?"

"My name is Fargo, and you are in trouble."

"Why?" I whimpered.

"Because you have fallen into the hands of the enemies," laughed Fargo evilly. "Hee hee hee hee hee".

Fargo grabbed our guns, and screeched a few words in French, which made the two men who kept their backs to us saunter hastily toward us. We could now see their faces properly. The man on the right was a spitting image of Elvis. The man on the left was African American with a very large Afro. Both men looked angry -- as though they were smelling a pile of rotting dead fish.

"I found two more prisoners, do you want me to kill them, bring them to the Captain, or kill them?" asked Fargo sarcastically.

"Bring them to the Captain immediately," snapped the man on the right in a German accent.

"Yes sir," sighed Fargo disappointedly.

With that he guided us out of the campgrounds. We had walked for probably half an hour when we reached a crumbling little village packed with soldiers. As we headed towards them the village people would turn their heads to see who was arriving. They glared at us as we walked past them, as if we had just insulted them by walking in their shadows. Or possibly, just because we were alive.

Suddenly Fargo stopped in front of a tall building with huge oak front doors. Two gigantic muscle men stood guard, one on each side. Fargo pushed us up the stairs. The large fat guard on the left opened the door to let us in.

Inside the large building were many different people. Women wearing long robes and a cloth that covered most of their face stood whispering in a corner. There were also people in chains standing against the walls. Fargo stopped us once more in front of a tall, dark-skinned man.

"Solider, what are these Americans doing here?" asked the man with disgust in his voice.

"I found them at the campsite, Captain Black. What should I do with them?" asked Fargo.

"There's no more room out here, throw them in the dungeon," commanded Captain Black.

"Yes, sir" obeyed Fargo.

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