Looking around he slowly got his heart rate under control and stepped over the last body to the door. He thankfully silently, slightly, and slowly slid the door open and snaked his head through the tiny opening. Turning first left he saw the street was deserted. Still taking in his surroundings he cautiously walked out to explore. Looking down the block there seemed to be a distinct smell of aged leather and dried blood… a mix of the scent from downstairs stuck in his nostrils and looking down to his left a bit of the animal blood from the butcher. Lastly there was an odd smell.
Overpowering definitely.
Horrible definitely.
Trash… definitely.
Slowly, swiveling his head to the right, directly there was a dumpster in the alley! Following his instincts he dashed over to the dumpster, took a breath and dove inside. Being proven correct was instantly gratifying, out ran three German soldiers screaming “Geflüchtete Gefangene! Geflüchtete Gefangene!” Escaped Prisoner! Escaped Prisoner! Over and over again they screamed, luckily the trash masked his smell and they only took a quick look down the alley!
Not daring move for over an hour and only taking short gasping breaths- sparingly he waited…
Way before he came out Private heard the returning footsteps but for safety reasons dared not leave. Finally he stepped poked his head out over the mound of trash, looking out the mouth of the alley Private Ollie saw no one in the immediate vicinity. Breathing a sigh of relief he slumped down next to the dumpster nearer the back of the alley and still bearing its smell he allowed himself a minute of rest before he had to keep moving. Closing his eyes and willing himself to drift off as soldiers do they get whatever sleep whenever they can… and that’s when he heard the GROWL.
Eccentric
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