The Other Side Of Silence

War is No Game

Lancer kept his senses alerted and analyzed for sound in the bleak surroundings. He slowly crept from his position expecting to hear something, but all he heard was the silence that was brought upon the danger of the situation. Lancer surveyed the earth around him for indications of the enemies' presence--maybe for a misplaced silhouette in the distance, an accosted group of birds, or a splash of water.--but all he received was the sound of his impatient breaths. The eerie quiet of the landscape began to bother him with a tightening knot in his stomach that wouldn't give up.

Intending to report the unusual conditions, Lancer strode back to the camp through the field pondering the enemy's plan. The field was festooned in long arrays of green strands that brushed his skin, he was traveling across a madding place with no trail to lead back to the camp, he scoured the environment with a silenced walkie-talkie, a compass, and instinct.

War was no game and he understood that well.

Except that's where his mistake laid, little did he know someone had been watching him with the same vile intentions. A bang ripped across the skies and without warning the sound followed another, the sound then erupted in the thunderous sound of a stampede.

Lancer held his own gear rigidly and without further delay the haunting emotions of fear coursed through his system. Blood began to pump speedily and efficiently flowing within himself. His movements became more focused until the world around him seemed to go mute and slowed down.This instinct that had become natural was the same raw instinct that he now shared with the animals in the wild. It was what kept him and everyone else alive in this place. His body began to light itself in a fire and was no longer being moved by him, his limbs were moving on their own and he solely centralized his attention towards the pulsation, throbbing of his living, thrashing heart.

The brushing of the long grass that was once a temporary shelter was a jungle that would go reach and hunt him. The foliage that rustled against him became nothing but a numbing sensation as he sprinted into the banks. The splattering sound of the water was returned with the sound of infuriated gunshots continuing to rage into the screams of a million lost souls looking for Lancer like shady bloodhounds. Lancer gripped the piece of land above him to prevent himself from slipping and exposing himself to quietus. The suspense of the moment only thickened when the steps of the antagonist were just mere inches away.