“Over there!” Damir pointed his rifle at a nearby house. There was only a scorched, jagged hole where a door had once been, but the bulk of the house was intact. It might have been someone’s home before the rebellion, but now it was nothing more than cover to keep the rebel soldiers alive for a few more minutes.
“Go, go, go!” shouted his squad commander, wincing.
Damir sprinted in the indicated direction, the other surviving, bloodied soldiers in his squad running after him. There had been three squads when the mission started, which seemed like days ago, although it’d only been hours. The tattered survivors of those squads had come together in a combined effort, the rest the victims of the relentless and unceasing Army assault.
The hole led into a normal-looking living room, small frag
