Quain Laroche#2

We arrived to a nearby town. It's night, the lorry 'as 'alted. Rene says that we did well and that we can now go to bed, since 'e and 'e's brother will 'ide the lorry. Jacque wished me good night, 'e's the one who told me about Rene and 'ow I could join to the Resistance.

Searching for a shelter for the night. 'ow I 'ate this. Seaching for someplace to sleep. There's one right in front of me, seems to be a safe place. It's nothing much, only a safe corner with some rugs and other garbage covering it. Blessed be the France and 'er warm summer nights.

It's morning I wake up. The floor was 'ard, but I'm used to it. I light a cigarette.

Aaaah- morning smoke, best part of the day, it wakes you up and prepares you for the upcoming day. But after the smoke, comes 'unger.

I walk to the town square. I see the chruch and it's clock, it's seven in a morning, still tired and back aches it's been, achening ever since I got to Paris, but now I'm in countryside don't know where though. I could be in Colmair for all I know. I need to get myself some breakfeast.

I smell bread. Still warm. The smell is intoxicating. I follow the smell, it leads to a bakery – well of course.

I try to find the door, while watching out for Boche. I find it but it's locked – well of course it is.

But I don't pick locks.

I'll walk out of the town, while avoiding Boche, it's easy. As long as you stay out of the main roads and avoid the checkpoints and patrols. I'm at the edge of the town. Only a wooden fence to get past on. I watch out for Boche, can't see them. I walk nearer the wooden fence and get over it. If I remember right, there was suppose to be an orchard not too far away, depening that I'm walking in the right direction.

Aargh – 'unger it 'urts.

While I walk away from the town I see peasents, allready working.

Those poor whores! Not knowing that they shouldn't be trusting they're customeres. Some are rebuilding. Rebuilding they're brothels, can't stand watching them.

I arrive to the orchard and not a moment too soon. All I 'ave to do now is just to take one step to get over the fence. I see trees, plenty of 'em. With apples, they will do.

I try to find myself something to collect them but I find nothing. Damn this 'unger! I forgot I'm on apple steal. Just like when I was a kid. I walk to a nearby tree, it 'as plenty of apples, I pick up a stick so that I can hit myself couple of 'em.

Apples we're good, but now I'm thristy. Where to find something to drink? But where is everyone?

This whole place is empty, certainly there would be someone up allready? I look around, nothing else than apple trees in the orchard, whole place 'as fence around it. I walk. It's cloudy. I wonder again, all these apples untouched in such an easily reachbaple place too.

Something is wrong. I see a large farmhouse nearby, I decide to go and take a look, maybe in there I will get to know what is wrong with this place and also find something to drink.

I enter to the yard of the farmhouse, nothing seems to be wrong. I knock on the door of the farmhouse. No-one is at 'ome. I try the door. It's open. I enter. It's quiet. It's dark. I try my pockets, where did I put my matches? Of course – on the left pocket of my trenchcoat.

I'll find a lamb, I light it. Whole place seems to be clean, well atleast it doesn't seem like there was a fight or anything. I go the whole 'ouse through, but find nothing. No-one's 'ome. Where is everyone? It doesn't make any sense, certainly someone would be up already. The kitchen is practicly untouched. Nothing seems to be stolen or even moved.

I go out again. It's too calm and quiet. It makes no sense! I go through every single building that I find, but find nothing.

I go through the whole place trying to find a clue. I find an entrance to the basement, maybe there lies an answer to this mystery and perhaps something to drink. I try the door. It's open. I enter in to the basement and search for another lamb to light, but find none. I go back in the farmhouse and take the lamb in there and go back to the basement.

It's dark. It's moist. It smells like apples. It smells like a basement. Suddenly I remember 'ome. I was a child. I remember that our basement was small, much like the 'ouse. Aaah... good times. Suddenly it feels like I've been 'ere. Is this – my 'ome? No. It can't be. I lived in a town. In Colmair. Not on the countryside. But why does it feel like I've been 'ere before? I must find my parents, I must find out what 'append 'ere.

I climb down, the stairs. I'm at the bottom of the basement. I find a lamb and light it. I light all the lambs in 'ere. Now that it's all lighted up in 'ere what do I see?

Food

Apples, plenty of 'em. Barrels. Shelves filled with jars, filled with jelly. I walk around. I find a shelf filled with wine bottles, don't care what wine it is. I open a bottle and take a sniff, smelles just fine to me. I drink it. I spit the first mouthfull on the floor, old 'abit, tasted just fine though. It's made from grapes, takes away my thrist. Still tastes just fine. While I'm drinking it I take a look on the floor and I see it.

Blood

Not a puddle, just some drops 'ere and there already dryed to the floor as some brown mess. I empty the bottle and start to follow the drops of blood. It leads to the basement steps. Some one killed the residents, and then carried them away. But where?

I climb back up. I see no blood. No trail. Murderer might 'ave used a wagon to move the bodies somewhere else. Long time ago. It might 'ave 'appened even while the Boche we're invading. But then why to bother with the bodies? I start searching the whole place again. I search the outskirts of the farmhouse and the orchard. Then I find it.

The grave

I go back to the farmhouse to find a shovel and then back to the grave and then I start digging. Land is soft so digging goes well. Soon enough the shovel 'its into something. I start digging with 'ands. Bodies are now revealed. Five of them. Most likely father, mother and theree children. I turn around and vomit. I'm disgust. I bury the bodies once more and take back the shovel.

'Ow I 'ate the boche. I'm sitting in the farmhouse. Smoking while drinking wine. To 'onor them. I should tell someone. But who?

A priest? I don't know any. A police? They're all collabarateurs so it's pointless. Rene? 'e might know something – 'opefully.

It's afternoon. Sun is shining. I closed all the doors and took nothing. Why should I 'ave taken anything? All I need now is answers. And Boche, dead. Every last single one of them. 'Ow I 'ate them. They are all death to me now.

I'm 'eading back to town. I try to find peasents, those digusting whores, since they might know something. But I see no-one. I 'ate Boche even more. I can't wait to kill them. I shall give no mercy for Boche anymore. I'm going to kill all of them.

I 'ate them.

I'm in town. I go to Jacque's Cafe. Jacque is my contact to Rene and to resistance. I order a beer. That's all I need and all I want now.

Boche. The cafe is full of them. Filthy Boche drinking wine, talking and laughing. Yet they're 'ands are red from the blood of french. That is the 'ands of every single one of them. Filthy, sausage eating pigs, but they all shall be slautgereth like the pigs they are. Jacque comes with the beer and gives me a piece of paper.

Come 'ere after the curfew,

That means that on night we 'ave some activities. That means that I get to kill boche –

and meet Rene.

The End