After half an hour, I realized I was hopelessly lost in the fog. By now, it was nighttime, and I decided to give up for the day. I suddenly remembered a flashlight that I'd taken when I left the army base, and I fished around in my pockets before finding it, and realizing it wouldn't respond to clicking it on. After smacking it with my hand for a bit, it flickered to life. I started my journey once more and soon came upon a group of people, all of whom were facing my direction.

As I got closer, I noticed they were all soldiers, with blank eyes staring forward. Each one of them seemed to be searching for an enemy as they slowly trudged past me. They were all wearing army ponchos, and seemed ready for combat. As I stood there, they didn't seem to notice me, even though they were walking to the left and right of my position. I finally started walking, passing them by.

After a moment, I had travelled through the infantry ranks, and made my way through calvary ranks and finally to the high-ranking officers, of whom there were only 3 or 4. Each one had a viciously long saber attached to their belt, and seemed intent on yelling to their troops, though I couldn't hear a sound. In fact, none of them made the slightest noise, not even the horses. It was a bit creepy, but what really bothered me was when one officer suddenly looked me dead in the eyes.

"Who goes there?!" he demanded, raising his saber at me. The sudden noise after all the silence startled me a bit. I noticed he had a large, somewhat outdated hat on, and was sporting mutton chops.

"Just passing through sir. I mean you no harm," I reassured him, raising my hands above my head to indicate that I was unarmed.

"I said who goes there!" he repeated, this time starting towards me. All at once, he came charging, saber raised. I ducked and dove to one side, seeing that, to my astonishment, he was looking right past where I was, at someone hiding in the shadows.

I stood up and backed away, seeing that he had just grabbed a young man who was carrying a rucksack on his back. He dragged the man towards his brigade, and hoisted him onto a nearby horse. The man yelled for help, but the officer slapped the horse and sent it running along with the rest of the troops. He then looked around once more, and hurried to catch up with them.

At this point, I took off running, and managed to locate a small cave where I decided to spend the night.