Armend pointed to his head as if physically acting Danica’s question. He answered light heartedly, “it’ll be fune, I juz have to stay off ov it for a vew days.”

	He then gave a small smile. In his experience, even in the darkest of times, a smile was a lot better than a frown. War was hell, and he was guessing the rules applied to “zombie” infestations, where a smile could change the morale, and the morale could change the tide of the battle. 

	He scanned the people around him, and he knew until his brothers at arms found him, these were his squad mates. Armend had nowhere to go, and for all he knew, his mission was a bust by now. The man felt secure in knowing that he was already armed to the teeth, but he had a small worry about some of the others, and their lack of weapons. 

	He gripped his pistol, and shoved it into his holster, “vere is the safest place to go around here?”