He strained his ears searching for any noise that the enemy might be making, but it was silent. Only his deep breathing and the cold night air blowing through the empty encampment could be heard. His eyes darted too a still form lying beside him.
How did this happen? An entire encampment of America’s finest, dead before they knew what hit them. He still didn’t know what his enemy was, only that they used some sort of sword, obvious from the deep cuts in the dead.
His eyes searched the encampment; there wasn’t a single living thing it seemed. Just 39 dead soldiers, with him standing in the midst of them with out a scratch
What could attack this fast and stealthily? And why’d they leave me alive when I stand here weaponless and vulnerable.
Nothing it seemed. The soldiers weren’t even killed in their tents like a slaughter like this might have happened. They had been getting ready to watch the sunrise when the first soldier fell to his knees, a deep gash in his back. Alarms went off everywhere and everyone grabbed their weapons. But it took only moments before everyone was killed by some phantom hiding in the shadows. He himself had seen at least 10 soldiers die in front of him in the assault, but he still hadn’t seen the assailant.
He took a step towards the nearest body he could see. It seemed like everyone at least had enough time to grab their weapons, though it didn’t help.
He knelt down next to the body. He knew this man, a headstrong man with no family or wife, only ‘acquaintances’. But still, he was brave man that had fought for his country and died. Courage like that was missing in America these days. He was a good man. He put his hand on the soldiers face and brought his hand down, closing the soldier’s eyes.
“Why’d they leave me?”
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