'If you'll just put the knife down then I'll tell you.' The man was still breathing heavily.
'Not likely,' I said, my knife still pressed firmly against his jugular vein. 'I don't trust you.' He was human, that much I could tell but that didn't make him someone I could trust. He could be a spy sent to recruit me into the army.
'OK then.' He swallowed. 'My name is Adam and I'm a deserter. I ran away from the frontline about two days ago and I've only just found this place where I can shelter without being found.'
'How do I know I can trust you? Do you know who I am?'
'I have no idea, just let me go. Please.' I considered my options. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I killed him but if he was a spy then I would be killed.
'Alright, but if you try anything funny with me..'
'I won't, I promise.' Adam hurridly said. I slowly brought the knife down and he stepped away from me rubbing his neck where I had left a faint line. 'So I've told you who I am, who are you?'
'I'm Mina. You should come in and warm up. It's cold out there.' I put my knife back in my boot as I sat down again by the fire. Adam sat next to me. He wasn't bad looking for a soldier. Most of the army men you see are horribly beaten up, such is the nature of this warfare. He had a rugged look about him. Jet black hair that hadn't been cut for a while and his face which was covered in stubble.
'So what are you doing here then Mina?' He asked casually.
'I'm hiding,' was my reply.