Name: Amy
Age: Late 20's
Occupation: Nurse/Doctor (whatever is needed) in the Army
Relationship: Engaged to Jake.
Personality: Amy is a flirtatious and vivacious young woman who is passionate about her work as well as her fiance. Stubborn and persuasive, Amy speaks her mind, and generally tends to be right, though her wit often puts a light twist to things. She has an iron stomach (it comes in the job description) despite the fact that she dislikes seeing others in pain- all the more reason to fix the problem. Amy is more than happy to chat it up at the mess hall, as well as with her patients, and brings a much needed light to the otherwise dreary atmosphere.

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Amy opened her dark blue eyes slowly, a steady throbbing escalating throughout her head. Letting out a light cough, her throat tightened and she attempted to gag. Gasping for air, the young woman made herself breathe through her nose, which only fueled the pain across her forehead. A dirty cloth rag stuffed in her mouth and tied around the back of her head had caused the gagging. Amy's thoughts were fuzzy as she tried to move her arms. No luck. Looking around, the pale woman groaned as she noticed her arms were pinned to a wall, her hands in cuffs. No wonder her arms felt numb. Looking to her left, the woman's eyes widened.

Jake was in the same predicament, his hands pinned to the wall by cuffs. Blood covered his right side, possibly from a gunshot wound. His eyes were shut tight, blonde bangs covering his muddy face for the most part. Amy's eyes traveled back to the blood, and she felt panic beginning to rise in her chest, as her brain finally began to clear.

Where were they?
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The base had been compromised, Jake had been shot, and Amy had been thrown into the back of a jeep.

It had all happened so fast, one minute Amy was treating an infected gash on a soldier's leg, the next, shots had rung out and everything turned upside down. There was yelling, explosions (accompanied by the thick scent of gunpowder), as well as the whir of a chopper overhead. The blare of an emergency siren sounded above everything else. The soldier on the cot next to Amy jumped up, ignoring the fact his leg hadn't been properly dressed."Ay, use the grenades if you need to, an extra gun is in the-"

"I know what to do." She cut the man off curtly, wiping blood off her hands and shoving her medical supplies into a corner. The man nodded slightly and slipped out of the tent, trying to hide his limp. Slipping on a bullet proof vest, Amy paused as everything went deathly silent.

The next moment, a large man with a large gun to match had entered the tent, and grabbed Amy before she could even let out a scream. She hadn't been trained in hand-to-hand combat, and could only feebly stick a nearby needle in the man's neck. This might have been more effective, had the syringe been full of something. The large man winced for a slight second before laughing and dragging Amy out into the open air.Everything was shrouded in a haze. The last image she saw before a blunt object met the back of her skull was Jake lying on the ground, blood pouring from his side.

Amy screamed.
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"Jake..."
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Note: Click above on Amy's mumbling to Jake to be taken to his profile where the story progresses.

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