Into the Woods!... Er-Cornfields! [Event]

[Becky Myers]

"Alright. Follow behind me you guys! Keep your guns at the ready!"

Becky made her way further into the cornfields. She was really freaked right now. She could feel the air of death everywhere in these cornfields. It was as though they could be attacked at any momet. However she could hear nothing aside from her group's footsteps. She couldn't even hear a single animal out there.

She was worried, yes, but not cripplingly so. She was determined to figure out what she had come here to figure out so that she could get out of these cornfields, but the honest truth was it would be more than easy to get lost here.

"Ummm... Sheriff Stark, you have the compass, right?" She asked, just to doublecheck before they went further in. These cornfields were taller than every member of the group, so getting lost in miles and miles of cornfields wouldn't be so hard to do. One could never find his or her way back without help.

"Everyone, make sure you stay with the group!"

[Thomas E. Stark]

Thomas wasn't really thinking of anything. Like most soldiers on patrol, his mind was on autopilot. Quite alert, but most of his higher brain functions were busy playing cards, remembering a joke, or other things to keep themselves busy. He was very aware of his surroundings and was just about to get to that mental state where the excess sound washes out when Becky spoke.

The sheriff snapped back into his normal frame of mind and turned around to her. "Of course I have a compass." He pulled back his sweatband to reveal his watch. On the strap next to the watch face was a small compass; the good kind, not one of those cheap knockoffs. "I've got a spare in the backpack just in case. I wish we had a GPS or something."

He shrugged and slipped his wristband back into place. The fuzzy cloth felt weird now that he had moved it. Just when he was about to move again he paused. He raised his nose and sniffed the air. Until now the place had smelled of corn, fertilizer, and the occasional patch of dog poo. But now he could smell the sharp scent of blood. Usually you had to be pretty close to a body or right next to a wound to smell it. Somewhere there was blood...a lot of it. Thomas looked at Becky. "We're getting close. Stay quiet."

Slowly, he undid the clasp of his holster and pulled a knife out, a bayonet. He attached it to the end of his rifle and proceeded forward. Now he was steady. The heavy danger set in and his body tensed, alert and ready. Anything was possible now.

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