All I could hear was the sound of screaming and gunfire. The smell of gunpowder and copper hung heavy in the air. The view in front of me was too horrible to comprehend. The beasts kept coming and the soldiers kept firing. Neither side seemed to realize the battle was futile and endless.

I stood, alone, in a clearing not far from the battle, but far enough away to be safe from it. My job was to ...

I feel the damp heat and stagnant air before I realize I’m even awake. It’s suffocating. It bears down on me like the coat of some heavy beast who has just run through a torrential downpour. The smell is similar to that of a beast as well. Poignant and overpowering, it creeps into my nose like worms crawling through the earth. I become aware of the platform beneath me, rigid and uneven. Pain begin...