Willtons army attacked and slaughtered every single one of the forces up North, and that was our main base. We were just 24 soldiers, and most of our men after the battle headed up to our main fort. I peered out side the building, and my heart sunk. Thousands of them. All lined up in front of this base. Our commander called it suicide attacking them. We then realized that about 17 soldiers had tried to escape earlier, without waking us. Their bodies were not far from the door.

Our commander dropped his gun, we did the same. We followed him out the door, and put up our hands. Wiltons army general was waiting for us there. He accepted our surrender, and put us in their trucks. We were being sent to Willson himself, we knew we were doomed. With no one in the truck, besides the driver, we brainstormed on what we could do.

Most of us had nothing. Most of us cried.

But I had a plan, a plan to go out in a blaze of glory.

And I could not them them know.