Ludwig Beilschmidt Sat Dec 17, 2011 4:42 am
Ludwig was four hours into his shift on the watch tower, and he still had two more until he could finally stop and call it a day. These long stretches up in the towers were deathly boring, with nobody to talk to, no distractions, no jobs or orders to carry out; all he could do was stand here watching out for trouble makers and escapees, though none of the prisoners were quite stupid enough to attempt anything in full view of the watch towers. And now as dusk was falling and hungry guards filed to the mess, the scents from the kitchen wafted up to him on the cold evening breeze, he felt even more bitter about being given this shift. He thought his superiors were probably just testing him, picking on him as the new recruit, as this was the third time this week alone he'd been forced to miss a meal because of his shift. He wouldn't complain though- he could handle the hunger and the boredom just fine, and he knew that if he persevered, he could earn his superiors' respect and he wouldn't be given these godforsaken shifts anymore.
He couldn't sit down or relax- it was his job to remain vigilant, even when guards and prisoners were busy eating, it was exactly at times like this when guards were expected to be lax that he needed to be most observant. He saw someone run from the mess, but a glance at the uniform quickly reassured him it was a guard, not a prisoner, so there was no need to worry. He looked out over the dark forest outside the fence. There was always a chance that a prisoner had someone on the outside, looking out for them, trying to help them break out. Suddenly his attention was caught by a creaking noise. He whipped his head around, looking out over the camp for the source of the disturbance. It was getting louder, closer. Someone was climbing the watch tower. A prisoner? Did they plan to overpower him and make their escape somehow? He reached for his revolver without a second thought, pointing it at the trap door, waiting for the would-be escapee to reveal himself.
There was a knock, and then a head popped up, shouting 'Dinner!' and Ludwig jumped a little, lowering his gun as he recognised the infiltrator as the cheery little Italian always working in the kitchens. "Y-you... What are you doing up here? My shift doesn't end for another two hours."