You see a crumbling sky through the sides of a wet trench.
A failed attack?
You look around, this trench is a graveyard for both sides.
You climb to your feet and and start to stumble along the narrow path.
A decayed skeletal hand, sticks out from a dirt wall.
It points around a bend in the trench, leading your further along.
Towards the glow you go and you hear the sounds of a ruthless cry.
So many men have died for this patch and you don't know why.
You turn into a darkened pill box.
You aren't alone.
A mysterious creature awaits you there.
Hollow eyes, Arms Crossed, a Horned beast.
His message is clear.
Death has become us all.