[ WP ] A team of Allied paratroopers retreat into a forest and at night , their numbers begin to mysteriously dwindle .

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 `` Wait, where's Moreno?'' Philips said causing us to look around for him to no avail. 
 `` Shit...'' Miller mumbles under his breath 
 `` Maybe, Since Miller shot it, there's a trail we can follow?'' I suggested 
 `` that's it!'' Philips shouted, `` there is nothing in the woods! we are fine let's keep moving!'' 
 `` Fine? Murphy, Callahan, and Moreno are all dead and something is following us! Where I'm standing everything is NOT fine!'' 
 `` Yeah, with all due respect sir, fuck you!'' Miller retorted 
 `` I should have you all court marshaled for disobeying a direct order given by a commanding offic --'' his rant was cut short due to a gaping wound across his neck. He fell to his knees applying pressure to the cut, but he was a dead man without Callahan. 
 
 Four men murdered in the dead of night, and four more soon to be added to the body count. We were sitting ducks if we were unable to kill what was cutting down our recon team. Lighting another fire we decided to take inventory of ammo, rations, and equipment. 
 `` 100 30-06 rounds, 300.45 rounds, 3 M1 Grand Rifles, 1 Thompson Submachine Gun, 4 Colt.45's, 4 combat knives, food and water for 2 days, A short wave Radio, 8 first-aid kits, and Moreno's Flask which is half empty.'' I ran through the list as the guys sat around me keeping watch. 
 `` Fucking drunk'' Miller cursed 
 `` Hey fuck you man! He was twice the man you'll ever be.'' Roberson insulted back. 
 `` Well, Roberts, Looks like your'e in command now. What's our next plan of action?'' 
 `` Phone home to tell them we've hit a few snags, then we stay put and wait for further instruction. Miller, radio's all yours'' 
 `` Professional Dancer'' Rookie said out of no where. 
 `` what?'' I said 
 `` that's what you were before the war?'' 
 `` Damn, Rookie! That's strike two'' 
 `` what? I'm wrong?'' 
 `` Yeah, your head's in the wrong place.'' 
 
 Hours passed, no transmission was getting through the trees and we grew more tired by the hour as the beast lurks beyond our vision resting and waiting for us to drop our guard. The only saving grace that was getting me through this nightmare was eventually getting to see you after it was all over. My eyes grew heavier as the night grew longer and I drifted away in a deep sleep. When I awoke I found that Miller had vanished and Robertson and The Rookie followed me in my slumber. I stood up and looked for Miller, letting the two sleep. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to see more into the night as I followed a series of footsteps leading up to a tree where a silhouette dangled from a tree. I cautiously approached it with my gun raised. Pfc. Sean P. Miller swayed in the midnight breeze attached to the tree with vine and his guts hung out of his stomach. The sight, as well as the smell, almost made me sick, but I cut him down and calmly walked back to camp where the rest of my squad awaited my return. 
 `` Stone, where the hell did you go? and where's Miller?'' Robertson asked 
 `` Miller is no longer with us.'' I said and it brought me back to the image of his mangled corpse which made me get sick all over the ground where I stood. 
 
 The next part of the story I'm not proud of, but I will tell it to you since I'' m certain I'll be dead by daybreak. We heard a howl followed by a series of footsteps picking up in speed and sound. The beast was making a full on charge at us. Robertson opened fire with the Thompson, but The Rookie and I booked it in the opposite direction. Robertson was n't too happy about that, but it gave us enough time to get away and throw off the trail for a short while. Sgm. George M. Robertson was a good man who
