One shot. "A crumpled shape in a tattered uniform lies in the swaying grass in front of you. The ragged gray jacket is stained red and caked with grimy soil. The color has drained from the skin, as well as its life... it's your own body."
Fiction: Historical - Rated: T - English - Supernatural - Chapters: 1 - Words: 577 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 7/13/2010 - Complete