Broken Body, Fractured Mind.

[Kenrath]

Myles stood on a beach watching the waves crash against the shore. Nothing like a little team building with your squad. They had a full day planned. A little food, a few games, a day or R and R before they got back to training and the war.


A moment of peace was good for moral and good for the soul. After a few minutes Myles turned back to the group shaking his head at two of the privates pushed and shoved each other it turning into a wrestling match in the sand.

"Hey you two take it easy." "You end up in medical and the LT will never let us do this again."

He laughed as his protests went unheard and they continued to battle it out a few of the others cheering them on. Grabbing a beer he walked up to watch the action himself. As long as nobody got hurt what harm would it do.

 

[Kenrath]

Myles quietly sipped his drink a small smile on his face until on of the guys walked up to him snapping him out of his moment of bliss.

"Sarge..........Sarge I don't feel so good."

Myles turned to see a spot of red on the chest of his Trooper. A Spot that got larger and larger as it seemed to spread and the Trooper fell. Myles only paused for a split second before rushing over and looking over his fallen Soldier. Lifting the man's shirt Myles saw no injuries. He looked puzzled for a moment not understanding what was going on. His friend, his fellow soldier was dead, his shirt covered in blood, but no visible wounds.

A sound behind him made him turn.....it was a deafening sound like the entire planet was ripping apart. All around his his men, his brothers were dropping like flies. All screaming out to him. His senses were overwhelmed he couldn't figure out which way was up and which way was down. It was almost as if he was trapped underwater.