At night, Matt first told his daughter Sally a few bedtime stories. After the little girl fell asleep, Matt placed a long sword against the bedside and placed a dagger under his pillow.
He also checked to see if his door was locked and hung a cup on the door handle, so that if someone tried to open the door, he would be awakened.
After doing all this, Matt planned to go back to bed and rest, but before he left the door too far, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from the corridor.
Matt's nerves suddenly became tense. He slowed down and gently lay on the ground, trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside through the crack in the door.
But apart from a dim light and standard combat boots, he couldn't even see exactly how many people there were, but that didn't stop him from hearing footsteps stopping next door to his room.
The room next door is the residence of two military chaplains. Why would anyone come to see them in the middle of the night? Matt moved his body, put his ear against the wall, and heard the sound of the door being opened on the other side.
"Who...?"
One of the two priests was older and had a very light sleep. This small movement seemed to wake him up, but at the same time as the question sounded, Matt heard a quickening of footsteps, and then... The old priest's muffled whimpers and the muffled sound of the sword entering his flesh.
"Tick tock!"
There was the sound of some liquid dripping from the wall, and Matt's heart suddenly tightened - this was clearly the sound of blood dripping on the ground.
His expression suddenly turned frightened, and he cautiously moved back from the wall. He sat on the edge of the bed, protecting his daughter with one hand and holding the sword in the other. He stared at his door nervously, for fear that someone would break in. enter.
The movement in the corridor didn't stop, and Matt could hear something being dragged more clearly this time, as well as the sound of footsteps that were heavier than before. The sound got farther and farther away from his room, but stopped suddenly.
"Ding-deng-deng!"
One of the footsteps came back quickly, and this time, it stopped in front of Matt's door.
"Dong dong dong!"
"Doctor Matt, are you asleep?" There was a very young voice outside the door. Matt remembered that it was the voice of Corporal Carl who came to see him not long ago.
Matt didn't want to answer at first and pretended to be asleep, but the kerosene lamp in his room had not been extinguished yet. The firelight leaking from the crack in the door must have attracted the "people" outside the door.
So Matt tried not to let his voice tremble. He walked to the door and whispered, "Who is it? My daughter just fell asleep. Please don't speak so loudly."
Corporal Carl outside the door also lowered his voice politely, "I'm sorry, Dr. Matt, I'm really disturbing you. I'm Corporal Carl. I wanted to ask you if you heard any strange noises. Maybe you did just now. An animal like a wild cat scurried into the doctors' residence."
"No, I was telling my daughter a bedtime story just now, and I didn't notice any animal noises." Matt replied quickly.
"That's really disturbing you. I hope I didn't disturb your daughter. If you see that little kitten, you can tell the guards outside and we will catch him. Good night, Dr. Matt."
"Thank you for your hard work."
After making sure that everyone at the door had left, Matt let out a long sigh of relief. The clothes on his back were soaked with sweat.
If it was just Matt's guess some time ago, then what happened just now is very illustrative.
Matt, who was sitting by the bed, was in a state of confusion. He didn't know what was going on in the camp. Are these strange soldiers only a small part of the group, or were they...
Matt, who had lived in the military for nearly ten years, was now in a state of complete brain failure. The safe camp would most likely become the most dangerous place. Even if he escaped with his daughter, the surrounding mountains and forests would be full of dangers.
The emotion called despair gradually began to creep up in Matt's heart, but when he saw his daughter's sleeping face, he forcibly suppressed this pessimistic mentality - he must not lose hope, otherwise there is really no way .
Matt took several deep breaths and used basic Holy Light spells to soothe his mind, trying to calm down again.
"I must escape...not just for Sally, but also to inform the outside world about the situation here!"
He didn't know how many people in the camp had turned into monsters, but thinking of the previous incident and the strange commander Wesley, Matt prepared for the worst.
"Why do these guys come so late at night to assassinate priests?"
What is the difference between chaplains and ordinary soldiers? There was only one answer that Matt could think of: they would be blessed by the Holy Light and be able to use the power of the Holy Light.
In other words, that kind of influence cannot directly distort priests protected by the Holy Light. This may be why he and little Sally did not join them?
And because he is not a real priest and is not as annoying as them, so he escaped tonight?
Matt suddenly felt that his speculation was very likely to be true. In other words, Thassarian, who had only joined this camp for a few days, was most likely to be a normal person!
But this just shows that he and Sally are already in danger. Maybe tomorrow night, or even the second half of tonight, they will come and eradicate this "other" like him.
But the doctors and priests lived some distance away from the soldiers' dormitories, and Matt didn't have the slightest confidence that he could bypass the guards at the door and the patrolling guards to find the recruit.
This made him anxious. Could it be that he could only sit in the room and wait for death?
"Bang bang!"
The familiar knocking sound made Matt's heart tremble. He quickly grabbed the sword and stared at the window next to the desk, where the sound came from.
Matt swallowed, wiped the sweat from his palms, held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, and moved towards the window.
"Matt, it's me! Thassarian!" A very low voice came from the window.
This made the doctor stunned, but he did not relax his vigilance. If Thassarian was one of them, or someone else pretended to be one, he and Sally would be dead.
Thassarian didn't hear any movement from inside the house. He thought of something and said in a low voice: "At noon today, there are two cigars in the wood-cutting area."
Matt thought for a while and decided to open the window.
Thassarian came closer quickly. He was wearing a thin coarse cloth shirt and his boots were stained with mud. After entering the room, he quickly and quietly closed the window.
Looking at Matt, who was holding up his sword and staring at him warily, Thassarian said with a wry smile, "I am a normal person, not one of those monsters."
"Did you see it too?" After hearing Thassarian's statement and discovering that he was not carrying a weapon, Matt was completely relieved.
Thassarian shook his head, "I didn't see it, I smelled blood."
"I remember you weren't on night duty today. How did you get here?"
"It's true that I'm not on night watch today. I originally planned to sleep - but there was a damn cat meowing outside all the time, so I planned to chase it away." Thassarian's expression was solemn, "But I just walked out of the room. It just felt wrong.”
"What's wrong?"
"I was too slow. When I walked outside the room, I realized that the whole forest was eerily quiet. Where did the cat meowing come from? Then, I smelled the smell of blood."
Thassarian still seemed to be in disbelief at what he had just seen, his expression and words were obviously shocked, "While hiding in the bushes, I saw Karl and the others... gnawing on something. "
"Ouch!" Matt, who understood what the thing was referring to, imagined the scene, and an inexplicable feeling of nausea came over him. Even though he was a field doctor who was used to seeing bloody scenes, he still couldn't stop thinking about this kind of scene. vomit.
"I think you're right. Something's really wrong with the camp. It's no longer safe here."
Thassarian worked hard to get around Karl and the patrolling soldiers. In order not to disturb the doorman, he had no choice but to crawl to the window of Matt's room and tap lightly on the window.
"What should we do now?" Matt asked. After all, Thassarian must know more than him in terms of combat and breakout.
"I have no armor or weapons on me. It's impossible to escape unarmed." Thassarian said seriously. If he was alone, he would still have a chance to sneak out.
But once you bring Matt and his daughter Sally, it's basically a fantasy not to alert the guards.
"I have a spare set of leather armor in my storage box. As for weapons...can you use a two-handed sword?"
Matt's eyes drifted to a big sword hanging on the wall nearby. The weapon was too heavy for him, and it was just a decoration hanging in the room.
"Although I really want to say that it is best not to carry heavy weapons, but now it seems that it is better than nothing."
