Valley Forge for dr_boyce

[cadet_amara]

The first thing she noticed was the cold. It shouldn't have been this cold. Amara hated being cold and wet so even before she opened her eyes she knew wherever she was she was not going to be happy, so she laid there a second longer, hoping that whatever it was making her cold and wet would be a dream. It was the birds that made her open her eyes. Why were there birds? It made no sense....

Slowly, she opened her eyes, squinting in the light. She was lying on her back in the forest.... what forest? Where was she? She sat up to look around, and found herself in a forest covered in a blanket of snow. Well, that would explain the cold and wet. She spent a second cursing whoever decided miniskirts for uniforms was a good idea, and looked around for some sign of where she was or how she got there. Whatever and wherever it was, it couldn't be good.

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[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

Before he had a chance to respond, the sound of a trig breaking to their rear alerted him. He turned, spying movement amidst the trees.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

She turned too, hoping it was a small animal or something harmless like that. "Who's there?" She asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

A handful of soldiers revealed themselves, taking aim with their muskets. They themselves looked cold, their clothes well worn and used. "Halt in the name of the Continental Army!"

Phil glanced at Amara briefly before moving his hands away from his body.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

She studied the men for a second before raising her hands in a "don't shoot" gesture. "How's your American history?" She muttered, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her stomach.

[dr-boyce.livejournal.com]

"Good. But I have a feeling it's about to get a whole lot better," he muttered in response.

[cadet-amara.livejournal.com]

"Good. Because mine isn't." She turned her attention to the men with muskets. "Gentlemen... I'm afraid we're a little... lost." Lost. Now that was the understatement of the century.