The soldiers moved back to the side, and Price took a step back. “What’s your name, soldier?” He asked, looking at you like a proud teacher. You said nothing, but you looked back at him as if waiting for him to say something else. “Bloody hell, soldier. You’re just like the living dead, aren’t you? Do you even have a name, soldier?” He asked again, as if he needed to push to get anything out of you.