Home in a world filled with war.
I feel warm but there is an agonising sensation by my foot, I open my eyes gradually, the space around me is dark, only a single gas lamp placed beside me, I try to sit up, I see Lisa standing by a hallow window talking to a man, her face looking concerned.
I am tucked into a sleeping bag on the bare floor feeling cold and frail, we are located inside some sort of old dingy building, the walls blackened and the floor dirty, a stale and wet smell surround me, “Lisa? Where are we?” I ask, her head spins around from hearing my croaked voice, she races over leaving the man to stand alone coming towards me and crouches down onto her knees, “are you ok? How do you feel? Does your foot hurt?” She p