[Hewitt]

*Hewitt takes in the view of the battlefield.*

Much death was wrought here, and yet the fallen bodies are few... considering my own situation I would guess they too just got up and wandered off somewhere...

"Other than that, or there would have to be something or things with an enormous appetite... Heh."

*Rustle.*

"What was that?"

*Rustle*

"Sounds like something is in the bushes... hmm..."

*Taking a firm grip on the sword that was previously lodged firmly in his guts, the unknown soldier starts walking over to the bushes.*

"Who goes there?"

"Grrrrr...'

"I said who goes there!"

"GRRRRR!"

"Okay..."

I guess the 'something with an enormous appetite' theory just gained a whole heap of creditiblity.

*Deciding that discretion is the better part of valour, our unknown soldier backs away from the bush slowly then proceeds to turn and run as fast as his undead legs can take him into the building.*