Wade let his rucksack drop, as he fell to the ground. He landed very roughly but felt relief from the sudden rest. He let out a sigh as he leaned back and closed his eyes, focusing on relaxing his entire body. It was a little trick he used so he could keep walking or running. He just concentrated enough on rest that he could feel alive when he had to move again, no matter how much time he had to rest.

Wade slowly opened his eyes up again when he heard the crackle of a fire. The sound brought back a small memory of one of his many genocidal missions.

It was dark out, and fires burned everywhere. This small village had been set ablaze and the stench of death was in the air. There was chaos everywhere as men ran back and forth, killing anyone not wearing their uniform. Dead children littered the area, with mothers killed next to them. No one was being left alive.

Wade was a sergeant-at-arms, yelling orders to footmen. It was difficult to communicate with everyone at once. Too many people were yelling at once. Footmen were doing whatever they wanted and seemed to be looting. The weaker willed ones looked to be shocked at the killing, unable to move and commit to action.

Wade came up to a kid who was hesitant in killing a woman and her two children. He seemed to dislike the idea of just killing them off, as they had been told to kill everyone. So Wade smacked him to the ground and kicked him in the face. "Fucking WEAK!" He screamed at him. He then turned to the woman and her children and looked them up and down. The woman was quite attractive, with such beautiful blonde hair the likes of which he had never seen before. She looked calm and unafraid, as Wade took his crossbow off his back and pointed it at her. 

She said some words that meant little to him, but surely meant much to her. He would never forget them, not really intent on remembering them. They stuck anyways. [i]"I won't be around when you get back, my Hugh."[/i] The bolt then released by Wade's pull of the trigger and plunged into her chest. She fell and he proceeded to stab the children, as they screamed for their mother and their father. He just kept stabbing them, until they stopped moving and breathing. The blood seemed to cover him, as there was just so much.

He stepped away in disgust as the group of soldiers seemed to wrap up their purge of the area and start moving out.

He breathed heavily as he suddenly roused himself from his small nap. It appeared that he had dozed off for a few minutes. He looked to have gathered plenty of sweat from such a short nap. The dream was just bad enough to wake him so suddenly. He looked about, to and fro. He noted that the female assassin had started eating and he took heed, rummaging through his own rations, consisting mostly of jerky and bread. 

Wade began to gnaw on the jerky, taking sips from his water skin after every bit he swallowed. It was salty jerky and had a lot of flavor to it. "Anyway else need food, perhaps? Maybe a bit of jerky or bread?" He spoke up. "Maybe we should get something to cook. It would be better than rations."