My Mind, My Words, My Stories.

thought to myself, “Just when I needed a moment of peace to find help.” Within minutes, the wounded were already beginning to come in from the field. Though only about a dozen men came in to the medical tent, they were all the doctors could handle. When I realized how long it would take just to get one of the doctor’s attention, I walked out of the medical tent and took a moment to think. What could I do to help Richard? To be honest, there wasn’t much I thought I could do for him besides finding him a nice cot to sleep in. As I walked back to the tent where I had left Richard, I noticed something was amiss.

This section of the camp, which had been a bustle of activity a few moments ago, was now as deserted and silent as a graveyard. A section this close to the battlefield should have been filled with men carrying bullets and water to those on the field, yet there was no one. Curious, I stuck my head into several of the nearby tents. The first few were empty. Even my tent where Richard should have been was empty. Then I saw them. A mob of eight or nine men was slowly ambling towards me. But there was something about the way they moved that was odd. It wasn’t a walking motion, or really even a limp. It was a sort of shamble, with feet being dragged along the ground instead of lifted as in a normal walk. I called out a simple greeting to the men, but there was no response. As they moved closer, I could get a more detailed view of them. Their skin was pale, a sickly gray in color. They had that same wild and primal look in their eyes that Richard had. The only quality that made them look even remotely human was their bodies, but even that was a stretch. As the mob moved along the pathway separating two rows of tents, more and more of the things, Shamblers I will now identify them as, joined the mob, though perhaps herd would be a better word for what it had become. As they continued to approach me, I began to notice many strange qualities about some of individuals in the herd. Many had bite marks on their arms, legs, or necks as though they had been savaged by a rabid animal. One had a jaw that