The cold air hits your face as you step out onto the shattered cobble roads of your village. It has been a year since the occupation and very few men remain in the village. Either killed or MIA.

For awhile you've kept your head down but rumors of resistance fester. You haven't made up your mind yet. Resist or Comply.

You shake your head knowing the standing in the street only puts you at risk the Military police are everywhere and you dread running into the Sergeant..