Shadows moved and swayed along with their tree branch masters. Not a moon not stars could be seen through the thick grey clouds, which cast an unpleasant lulaby across the children of the night. All was quiet, the sound of to running footsteps echoed through the ground. Gunfire rang in the distance. The two shadowed figures, black and sliver shadows, met where the forest became less dense. The sliver male gave the shadow male something, he began to cradle it as he looked for a spot to hide it. He hid it in a dead black birch tree, hoping its warmth would keep her from crying.
The sound of gunfire turned into german words being shouted. The two shadowed men huged each other for dear life, their heads touching, their eyes shut while bleeding tears, each pant has a prayer under it. Six soldiers circled them, waiting for a response. The shadowed men still cradled each other, too scared to move. Two soldiers from opposite sides grabbed the men and walked back to their post, the men's heads hung in despair. The rest of them, but one, started searching the trees. He groaned in tiredness, he wished he was back in the Mess Hall sweet talking the cook. He began to leen against a dead black birch. The sound of baby wails pierced his ears, all the soldiers grew still and looked at their captain as he bent down and picked up the baby. He cradled the crying baby in his arms as a smile crawled up his face. He held the baby up to the greyed sky, shouting in german " we found her! The higher ranks is ours!" They walked back to their headquarters, the headquarters that spilt the world in Two, Life and Death.