Caz could hear screams from all over as another bomb landed far too close to the building. It was some hospital that was only half standing, but it was the best they had. It had been almost sixty hours since he last slept, and it was only when the scream of the man in front of him jostled him back to reality that his body moved without his say so. He had trained it well, studied the textbooks. His hands moved deftly as he took the man's belt off and wrapped it around the missing leg squeezing it together as tightly as he could and clasping it shut.

Another tortured scream as the medic beside Caz began packing the wound and giving the injured man a shot of morphine. Caz frowned as he staggered backwardly slightly off balance. This was a haphazard fix at best, but the supplies were running far far too low. Since the last bomb collapsed a section of the hospital that held many of the supplies they were running on fumes both literally and physically. His tired hazel eyes moving towards the next patient. A very pregnant blonde-haired woman, but Caz's face was grim. She had a large hunk of metal sticking out of her chest. Most likely from a bomb that caused a building to explode.

The poor woman was already dead, but he knew he had just heard her screaming moments before. Grabbing a scalpel he attempted to perform an emergency C-section. Maybe the baby could still be saved?

[i][b]Present day[/b][/i]

The tears wouldn't stop falling.  Caz was kneeling down in the makeshift graveyard behind the hospital. The medics and hospital staff had begun to bury the dead back here because the hospital was filling up with bodies far faster than they could deliver them safely to the local cemeteries. In front of him was a tiny grave. The headstone was little more than two wooden planks that had been nailed together to make a cross.

This place was a monument to his failures as far as Caz was concerned even if all those that had died weren't under his charge. The planks in front of him held a single simple name.

Clementine

The small baby he had pulled from the dead mother. The infant tried, but it had been too weak, too much trauma. He had lost people before it was war but something about this had broken him. Her mother had no forms of identification, and he had fought toe and nail for this infant to not be placed in a mass grave of the unnamed and unrecognizable.  So, he took it upon himself to name the baby Clementine and buried her himself.

An exasperated sigh escaped his chapped lips as he rubbed the tears from his eyes. He could hear some men coming up behind him. He stood up as he turned around and faced them. The war was over, the city should have been in a process of rebuilding, but something was strange about Berlin. The attempts to rebuild, the attempts to fix the problems never seemed to gain much traction. Like something was slowing them down.

Caz and a few other medics were going out into the ruins of the city to try and retrieve bodies most little more than bones at this point to bury and give families closure. He held the strap to corps bag tightly as he lit a cigarette and hit a long drag as he tried to calm the shaking of his hands. As they left the graveyard what should have been Caz's shadow finally moved from where he had been kneeling and vanished into the city.