A petty thief finds out that a WWII model diorama in his local hobby shop holds much more than just plastic vehicles and plastic soldiers.
The Body Under The Rubble
He heard a sound of movement coming from behind him. He whirled around to see a woman stumbling towards him. Her once-white dress was stained with dirt and oil and blood. Her dark hair was matted, her face streaked with dark splotches of grime and mud. Her fingers were curled at her waist, red with rivulets of blood. It was the body he had seen under the rubble. He was sure of it. She stopped as she saw him looking at her. “Help—”
A shot from the Luger cut off her plea, jerking her body back as the bullet struck her shoulder.