[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Newnan Hospital - Dream[/center][hr][hr]

At first it was all dark. Dark and cold. Alexander didn't know where he was or how he got there, but he didn't seem to question the cirumstances of his whereabouts. The figure standing in total darkness just stood there, looking forward into the unknown shadows that hung like a heavy shroud over everything. But it wasn't Alexander that stood out there, it was someone else. Someone shorter...Someone familar, yet unknown. 

The darkness vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by a scenery of green. Green everything; green grass and plants clinging tightly around the landscape, green trunks of trees and massive green leaves of the South-East Asian jungle. And then it was the green uniforms of the soldiers standing, or rather lying down or crouching all around Alexander. His brothers in arms. The younger-looking Alexander, in his early 20's from the look of his appearance, sat hunkered down behind a fallen tree, holding tightly around what looked like a telephone wired up to his backpack. He didn't speak, not a single word. He simply stared out into the massive, endless jungle rising up before him. 

Then he saw the figure emerge out of the jungle. It was small and unidentifyable for him, but everyone in the section opened fire at it. Every single one of them, with every thinkable weapon in their arsenal. Pistols, assault rifles, MG's, even hand-grenades. But the figure kept walking towards them. All the while Alexander simply stood there, staring it down, feeling his heart beat right up in his throat. First one to get shot was Bunker, then Harrison and Lavarotti. Everyone around him started falling like flies, from where he couldn't tell though. 

The figure came ever closer. Alexander spoke quietly into the telephone-set in his hand. 

[color=662d91]"Requesting air-strike..."[/color]

Then he saw what the figure approaching was. Who it was; it was a woman, a young and pretty woman, one all too familiar to him. It was Judith, his wife. She was smiling, even as the napalm exploded and began to burn fiercly around her. It only burned her skin, hair and clothes into a digusting mix of flesh and crisped fabric. Alexander couldn't move as she came close to him and put her hand on his cheek, her melting hand of flaming napalm and flesh. Yet he shivered; his whole body shivered, as if a cold wind blew past him. Before he could ask her why she was there, she lunged forward and bit into his neck. 

Then it all went black again.