Union Scouts trapped behind enemy lines sneak through the woods to carry their fallen comrade home. They must evade Confederate soldiers, & something else, stalking them among the trees.
In the dark heart of the early American forest lurks something worse even than conflict between inhabitants & colonizers. Something that might even force enemies to work together.
Description:
They came at night, hitting fast, burning, killing. You fled, found a place to hide, and waited for them to return to finish you off. Few weapons, and barely any ammunition. But they never came back. It seemed simple. The English grow more numerous daily. Push the intruders out before they fill up your land and push you out. So what took your friends and brothers from you, and left you here among your enemies?