Dead SilenceDead Silence by Kashikoi
Gregory collapsed down on the ground, winded. He had been running for hours, still holding his rifle and his backpack filled with food, provisions and equipment. He worked the backpack off of his shoulders and laid his gun across his lap. He leaned against a nearby tree, and for the first time observed his surroundings. The autumn air was cool and crisp, cooling his sweat-drenched face. He was in the forest, surrounded by trees, all preparing for their winter sleep. Their leaves had fallen off, and their dead, cold branches hung overhead. The twilight sun shone a crimson light through the dead claws on to the golden carpet of fallen leaves, shining like the beautiful ore. It felt like a dream.
Gregory removed the helmet from his head, allowing his sweaty brown hair to flop over his face. He placed the back of his head against the tree, and closed his eyes. The events of the day played over in his mind. He had stood in the bell tower of a church in the town, lording over th