scatter

Abort Abort! Run for the hills! Duck your heads my soldiers in arms and scatter. We must hide to succeed in this victory. We will wait till dusk falls, hiding amongst the trees with our weary heads tipping to the edge of our muddy rifles. Then, then we will attack, when even the night is sleeping. We will crawl upon then like ants on honey and suffocate their constant terror.

And I wake up. Alive! I breathe again.

So late nights, late nights, another late night with the company of dear friends.

So we snuck down, trawling across the leafy floor as each footstep echoed through the forest a fate our enemy is yet to see. The tint lights glowed amongst the trees, and we spring. Each tent, each door, each step and each heartbeat flattened. Minutes that take lives seem to wander past us and I am left with the sound of my heaving chest and a few silent groans from the last breaths muttered into mud.

AWAKE!

Wide awake. Who is this and where am I?