Richard
I shook at the sight. The Sargent had dragged his troops out early in the morning. They were planning a surprise attack.
We could hear the Sargent talking in under tones to his groups. "He wasted his last explosives on that gamble I am sure of it."
The men looked uneasily at the dirt hut. I looked at them. They were clad in extra-tough Bomb-proof armor. They were dressed as if they were Juggernauts. Their Suits were completely black, and their breathing was muted by their enormous helmets.
As they formed ranks and began their march I could tell almost none of them wanted to be doing this. As they advanced on the house I saw the top flap waver. I shook my head. Mike was watching.
Jack
I was sitting in the nice cool night watching the Sargent give his men orders to invade. I Held my head in my hands as they formed up. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their progress. As they walked, their forms seemed to shift as if they were made of shadows themselves.
While they walked I wondered how Mike with his twisted conceptions would view this. Immediately it came to me. They were Underman. Their Clothes said it all. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill.
When they reached 10 feet from his house they halted. The outlines that Mike had mentioned to me had reappeared; Twin outlines shone through the rock. The men stood rock still unsure of what to do. A few backed away, but two stepped forwards. As the two stepped forward more followed.
I watched with unblinking eyes. The twin outlines quickly gave way to bright holes in the wall. I heard hissing and thought of a creeper. The twin explosions that rocked the night sounded like creepers too.
Richard
I stood shocked as the lead men fell and the rest broke rank and ran. Again and again the cannons blared. Smoke rose from their hidden holes. More men fell to prone, wether to save themselves or if they were truly hurt. I do not know.
My Group stood in shock as Mike rained hell upon his attackers. We watched as the smoke cleared and medics ran up with white flags to drag the bodies. Why Mike did not fire upon them we do not know.
Mike
I watched as the Enderborn clothed themselves in shadows. If they thought this would take me by surprise, they were mistaken. I watched as they began to march. I waited till they were fifteen feet from my house before I left my hole. I went back to the ground level and loaded the cannons.
I checked them quickly then slid their covers open a smidge. I heard the feet stop. I heard the beginnings of retreat. Then I heard a guttural growl of attack. "Foolish Enderborn" I said as I knocked the covers completely open and lit the cannons.
The hissing of the cannons was loud. It filled the room. I muffled my ears as the explosion rang out. Quickly I moved forward and started packing the cannons again. I had 13 loads prepared. As the second I went off I heard a deep moan. I kept firing.
At seven shots gone I checked outside and found a field full of bodies. Several small groups of zombies poured out onto the field. They bore solitary white flags. I watched them as they approached and carted the bodies of the fallen away.
