One last drink with a friend.

The soldier took the drink from Piritta.

"Heh, I think I am going to miss vodka the most from this life." the soldier began to cough and spittle flew from is mouth out into the darkness. "You can keep those glasses," he told Piritta. "As well as anything else I have on me, when I pass that is." He stared at the pool of blood and then turned his head away from Piritta.

"It won't be long now, COUGH."

Piritta looked around the cave. The night vision goggles were pretty impressive. She had used some before during caving, but they weren't this nice. She walked around the small cavern moving her hands in front of her face and looking for escape routes.

Suddenly in the corner of her vision she saw the soldiers bag move and shake a bit on it's own. It was odd because she just had her hands in it to get the soldier his flask and she didn't see anything inside.

"Hey mister?," Piritta inquired, but there was no response. The man who wanted to help her was dead already. A wave of sadness washed over her until she noticed the bag move on it's own again.