Off the side of the walking path, under a big enough tree – a guard jumped out with a mounted gun. The Adventurers cared for none, they trampled and killed those who'd interfere. The ones in the truck held one side as for the bystanders, they jumped into the fray.
"Kill them all, don't let a single son of a bitch live!" intent was clear and readable.
"Corporal…" gulped he behind the mounted gun, "-are we sure about this?"
"Shoot the damned gun!" cried Tommy, "-They took some of our best men, this is war, don't care about those spineless cowards, JUST SHOOT."
For a moment, those inside the camp were curious about the menacing silence. A premonition of things to come, or so thought a few. The wall didn't seem restful either. Jen and Rena sat at the cafeteria whilst Lampard looked all over for Ling. Night meant switching to outside lamps, the full moon aided in vision.
