Snippet #2159655

Rosannah stood stil as she heard footsteps behind her. They seemed to be pretty far away, but close enough to worry her. She slowly turned around and put her hands behind her back, as if she had been waiting for the people who walked up to her. Her eyes glanced at the three faces before they rested on the young man, who was probably younger than her. Altough, you could never be sure until you know their race. He told her to follow him, in regard to the film that she had been told about. She nodded slightly in response, preteding she hadn't expected anything different from that. As they picked up another girl, in addition to the two he had already brought with him, they seemed to be heading to the place where they would watch the film. She glanced at the three girls, but instead to talking to them, she turned to the only male in their small group. "What kind of film are we talking about?" She asked partly curious, but also somewhat worried. If she had to guess, then it would definitely be either bloody and glorious or either trying to persuade them into killing all wolves. Probably a mixture of the two. Neither of these thoughts appealed to her, altough she could understand why it would fit their situation. It woud probably carry the most popular and untrue thought of all times: 'Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori'. It is good and right to die for your country. What a lie.