Soup

Today the man woke up alone in a bunker, surrounded by the boddies of dead soilders. Another day of smoke filled air, another day of this War.

He had at least some sleep, not knowing for how long he has slept. But it's not like it mattered anyways, there is almost no difference between night and day, the smog and soot have been covering the sky for long time now. It was always dark with occasional flashes of light from artilery fire.

Now it was no time to think about the state of the world, the man still has a long way ahead. Once again he searched the whole bunker for any food he might have missed the previous day, there was none. With empty hands, and only spirit to move him forward he got out of the bunker and started crawling across the battlefield again, just like yesterday and the many days before.

That was days ago. He thought back about that bunker, it was probably like a week, a week since he slept, a week since he ate, a long and painful week. But he had to move forward he had to find god no matter the cost, no matter the pain. He just had to move forward. But suddenly black, his contiousness faded in the middle of the battlefield. This wasn't the end, even while in pain and with his mind fading he knew this wasn't the end, or maybe he just hoped that it wasn't.

"Hey, random man, wake up" an unfamiliar voice is just barely getting through the blackness of his uncontious.
"Ya think he's gonna make it?" A different voice, this one with a different accent.
"Well he's breathing, we have at least that."
"we should just leave him here" the second voice replies
"come on, what are you talking about, he's not wounded or anything, just uncountious" the other voice just murmers something, sounding displeased.
Suddenly a third voice joins the others "Who... who are you?" The previously uncontious man speaks with a dry voice, his eyes barely open, but he is alive.

As he slowly wakes up he sees the two people above him. Both are men in old and bloodied uniforms, it was obvious they werern't theirs but who cared for stealing the clothes of the dead. One of the men was taller with a mustache and the other was probably normal height but seemed short next to the other.
"Hey, hey! you up?" Asks the one with the mustache.
"Yes" He answered to them with his voice still dry and thin. "are you thirsty? hungry?" one of the two man finally said.
"Both" still not really uderstanding who these two men were he answered them without even thinking.
"Quckly, get the soup" said one of the men while looking at the other, the second man goes somewhere while the first one is trying to put the lightheaded man to a sitting position.
"Hey, whats your name?"
"Hans" before he can say anything else the other man returns with the soup and starts feeding him. The soup was cold and almost tasteles but Hans didn't care, he was just glad he could have some food in his mouth after starving for days. They slowly fed him spoon after spoon and he was eating all of it. But even after finishing all of it he didn't feel good, he was certinaly better, but far from feeling good.
"Who even are you?" Hans finally asks the two mysterious men. The two man look at him weirdly
"Deserted soilders, just like you, right? I mean there is no one else here"
"oh... right." they were right, who else would be here in the middle of nowhere.

"Would you happend to know where is the man that performes miracles?" Hans suddenly asked, both man looking at him confused, after a while the shorter one answers
"Well I've heard about some miracles in this one bunker"
"Yeah yeah thats it." Hans cuts him off "but i have no idea where it is" the short guy finishes.
"oh" Hans sighs, but he tries to continue the conversation.
"Well where are you going anyways?"
"We heard there's this one abendoned bunker where there is a comunity of deserted soilders and the people that stumble into the warzone."
"Maybe that's where the miracle maker will be" Hans adds.
"Yeah, maybe he will."

"Alright, I think my best bet is going with you." Hans says as he finally gets up. all three of them start crawling out of the trench, one falls back in. Hans and the other man look back at him and both of them freeze. Blood, blood and a body, half of his face missing. Hans immidietly jumped back into the trench but the other man diden't get down in time. Second shot. these weren't just strays, someone noticed them. It wasn't just a bloody wasteland Hans got accustomed to, it was an active warzone, even if he heard the shots and the warefare all the time, it was pretty rare for him to see anything. While waiting for the shooter to leave Hans looted the bodies of the two men that saved him, didn't feel bad for it, their clothes were stolen too after all, although he felt bad for them dying. He found nothing interesting, only note worthy thing was a crudely drawn map of where the supposed safe bunker was. Hopefully the map woul be of some help

So after he was sure he wasnt being watched he got out if the trench and continued his journey again, again crawling in mud, again alone.