But an ambush was impossible... wasn't it? But as I looked left and right I realized that an enemy army could easily hide in wait over the hills. And that the patrols that have gone missing had been no accident. The closest friendly territory was another ten leagues from our current position. If we were attacked now we would be alone, outmaneuvered, out geared, and cold. It was so cold, cold enough so that it seeped into our bodies, rooting out every bit of warmth we had. Neither our gear or training had been prepared for this. And as I walked I thought more and more. Worrying had always been a problem of mine. But it wasn't the type of worrying that most people experience. I did not know the barest concept of what others call fear or panic. Even in facing death I keep a straight face. For only my ability to keep a straight face and logical mind had kept me alive so far. The ability to think logically in the worst situations had always been something that came naturally to me. Though even with all my disconnects to other human feelings I was social, very far from a psychopath but I have been called inhuman. Usually in an endearing or respectful way. Or on occasion it was in a frightened way. But I digress, despite being unable to feel fear, I was worried.