"Thanks." I said and left the cave, walking in the direction Georgie had pointed in. Running my hands through my hair, I thought of the stories we were just told, well, they weren’t just stories. These people were real, what they have done is very real and has impacted this whole war. Maybe these guys knew why the war was actually happening.
After about five minutes, I reached what Georgie had said was a pond. To me it looked more like a miniature lake; it was definitely big enough to swim in. I glanced around to make sure I wasn’t being watched before I pulled out my gun and knife, dropping them on the lake bank. Unbuckling the belt across my midsection, I let it fall to the ground before unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off along with my trousers. Kneeling down, I dumped my clothes into the water, swishing them around and rubbing the mud off of them, turning the clear water in a cloudy brown.
Once I was satisfied, I pulled them out and hung them on the nearest tree before pulling off my socks and shoes, and walking into the water. It wasn’t as cold as I expected it to be but that didn’t make it warm. Running my hands through my hair, I sunk my body underwater, scrubbing every inch of it, cleaning it with every movement.