Benevolence
four-not-traitors
Erwin ran as fast as his legs could take him, gripping his wounded arm in a feeble, haphazard attempt to stop the blood flow. He was sure the rest of his squad was compromised, and, as much as he hated to abandon them, understood his mission was paramount.
He thanked whatever gods smiled down on him that the woods were foggy enough to aid in his escape, though the terrain was unfamiliar, and Erwin stumbled through to the best of his abilities.
At length, he happened upon a yellow light dimmed by the fog but nonetheless a beacon of calling to him like salvation, and in Erwin's state, any moment he could claim respite out of sight from his pursuers was a welcome one.
He banged on the heavy wooden door of the cottage. "Hello? Is anyone home?"
