I am awakened by the sound of wings flapping. Black as coal colored Crows all around. They could smell the vile stitch of death. I laid still for a moment to gather my bearings and thank God that I was still alive. I glanced over to my left and noticed a boulder. I used that to gain momentum as I tried getting to my feet but to my surprise and shock, I notice it was the head of one of my men.

I looked around the kitchen and main room, hoping to find survivors; my stomach fell ill to the sight of the destruction, the sheer bloodshed, the carnage all around. I couldn't hold it in any longer, I ran...