"Now what? Sit here? Till the wars over? Are you insane? There killing us, we go back out there, we survive." Josef shook his head, "it's no good," The brothers looked around the dark room, Mikel was nervously shaking, he lifted his hand, and put it to the front of his older brothers face, "see? I'm shaking, you should be to." Josef sat for a moment, "I'm not afraid. Are you?," Mikel moved his hand back, almost looking as if time had frozen, "no." He mumbled, his lips barley moved, setting his hand down, he looked to the ground, "I'm not." Josef stood up, "then let's go," Mikel looked up from the side to his brother, "your serious?" Josef nodded, "let's go before they find us, the Refugees should be boarding the boat by now, I bet we could get someone to lend us a ride."All Rights Reserved