We walked tirelessly through the night after the attack. Our hasty pacing and lack of rest had us utterly exhausted.
Fortunately for me, sleep deprivation wasn't anything new. Between the nightmares and the constant threat of capture or worse on the war front, you learn to live with it. Sadly, that wasn't the case for the rest of my countrymen.
Their bodies all told the same story: chapped lips, drooping eyes, limp arms, and lethargic footwork. They were all beaten by physical and mental exertion.
We lumbered through the woodland foliage like zombies, stumbling over fallen trees and blindly marching through thick shrubbery. While Suda scaled a large rock to scout ahead, Mizuno questioned Shrug about the creatures.
"Shrug; what were those things? Where did you learn to kill them?" she fixed her gaze on him.
