Helltown

Fallen soldiers

A boot tramped a few strains of grass, followed by a multitude of slow pacing footsteps. It was night, in a dark area, devoid of all light except the full moon shining upon the gray tombstones. The group of men moved swiftly, silent and serious. They divided themselves into teams, the strongest of which carried a row of wheel barrels. Dozens of them rolled down a bumpy terrain, filled with clanging oval devices. The young men looked no different from those you would see in a bar or your favorite coffee house. They looked no different, or distinguished themselves from the rest of society in any visible way. They were lean and tall and carried themselves with pride. The youngest among them, a man around 20, was last in line. He watched them with awe, still in shock that they had accepted him into their mysterious, elite brotherhood. The leader of the bunch, a man whose expression made him seem much older than he really was, halted, signaling the other to do the same. They slowly put the