10 June 2012
The suns very powerful rays beamed through the trees and leaves, still dificult to see the sky but the sun relentlessly shone through, all the glows of the different greens from all the surrounding trees was actually beyond stunning. The tropical birds were at glory now singing loudly in an unmatched harmony of thousands of free tunes. Strangely not many animals could be seen despite how much noise went on, the odd monkey or bird, but they seemed terrified and to cower by very quickly. Did they know something? It had been raining through out the night off and on, the floor dampened and the fire doused appart from a few smouldering ashes. The smell of smoke mixed in the air with that 'fresh' smell you get just after its rained. Even for the early hours of the morning the heat was still unbearable. Some of the tropical flowers started to open in the suns rays, sprinkled with gems of water on the leaves and petals, they caught the suns rays so well. It was almost like droplets of gold covered the life here. Such a tranquil and serene view all appart from the 5 men scattered untidily and sprawled out against trees on the floor, still snoozing away. It must have been around 6 am and the only sounds to disturb the birds and screeching monkeys were soft snores, mutters and grunts from the lads.
The men actually looked at peace and fairly comfy, all appart from one... Sgt Martin was clearly having a dream, an unpleasent one at that. His face was covered in sweat and held a expression of disgust. Every now and then he'd mutter and grumble, rolling over unsettled. All that could bee seen was trees and trees surrounded by skulls, hanging from vines threaded through the eye sockets, smashed in skulls layed strewn on the floor and some rested one spikes stood up in the ground. Bloody hand prints and strange sumbols were also in every direction Martin looked all on wooden sings made from tree bark, over trees and all on the leaves. No matter where he turned Martin met with a wall of trees, blood and skulls, trapped like a mouse, his heart raced quicker and quicker as his boots rushed around through the broken skulls crunching and cracking under his weight as he looked for an exit. Feeling around despiratly with his hands for a way out through the trees he panicked, suddenly from no where a loud mass of barbaric cries could be heard as Sgt Martin screamed a dart peirced his neck. Falling to the ground. Martins body jumped awake panting, his face and uniform drenched in sweat as he panted looking around seeing all his men safe asleep.
The Soldier #2 • Opuss № I