الصوت المشترك

Low. Serious. Commanding. Jessie pulled Sarah down behind a fallen log. “Stay low,” he whispered. They inched forward just enough to see. Soldiers. At least a dozen of them. Uniforms. Weapons. Organized. Sarah’s breath caught. “They’re… the army,” she whispered. Jessie’s eyes narrowed as he listened. “…area’s not clear,” one soldier said.