*Eric*

Luke lies motionless on the ground in front of me. My heart thumps wildly against my ribcage. His limbs resemble those of a rag doll. I turn his head and gaze in horror at his pale face. Eyes are glazed, and his lips are frozen, darkening and turning deep blue.

The stillness is what unsettles me most. It is something I have seen far too many times before, those images burned into my mind. So many men on the battlefield, friend and enemy alike, left in this ...