Chapter 4
“There’s no way we can go there,” Richard said, taking a deep breath. Even from this far away the image of destruction cloaked him in a wave of depression. And the putrid stink of rotting corpses, burning ashes and acrid gunpowder made him gag.
Nothing had prepared them for the sight before their eyes. He could sense how Katrina recoiled from the impact. The road ahead was filled with equally disturbed people, who now turned around to find a way to bypass the city on their westward trek.
“Let’s find out what’s going on,” Katrina suggested.
“And how?”
Displaced persons like them milled about the roadway, along with Russian soldiers going back and forth between their camp and the besiegement girdle with the heavy weaponry.
“Let’s ask one of the soldiers,” Katrina suggested.
