[center][h3][color=39b54a]Trevor "Shadow" Stevens[/color][/h3][/center]

  The killing and screams of the unfortunate few that dared claw out a living by taking the lives of others simply for their own pleasure and to gather resources. The death and killing that surrounded the lives of these men could barely compare to the shit storm that was raining down upon them from the nearby berm. Confusion struck with the loss of morale from not only losing their strongest within moments but also watching as this force that seemed superior to theirs just walked in and stole their horses. Was for some a breaking point as they turned and fled east or abandoned their position entirely, taking nothing with them the men jumped into the cold water trying to swim to the other shore.

 The few that ran or tried to swim were ignored as long as they didn’t turn around, the current pulled at the men who tried to swim away after they left the safty of the man made cove. For some the simple struggle to stay afloat after the cold shock of the water was too much as they disappeared beneath the surface. Pulled down by exhaustion and heavy packs. The fate of those who stayed where grim, either fight these ghosts in the woods or fight the dead who were sure to wake and take the place of their friends who were killed first. Yet somehow they still found the courage or madness to stay and fight, but one by one they were slowly picked off. The few who got to the small patch of trees were taken apart piece by piece with the combined effort of those who waited.

  Until finally everything went silent, the only sounds were those of the wounded and the dead. The small unit in the trees waited patiently for the next ten minutes, the horses were gone with the others and only a few of the first killed had gotten back up and rooted up a few of the living who were in hiding. After a few more minutes the unit began to move from their position, making sure those who were killed wouldn’t rise again. Only a few of the bandits had escaped on foot to the east but had little to no gear on them and none of them could make out anyone above water or who had made it across.

  The six man squad moved carefully, spread out with 4 in front with spears and the 2 in the back with bows ready. They were able to dispatch any fresh risen that wandered close to them with practiced ease. Yet, through all their training and confidence they remained steadfast and careful, using mirrors to peak around corners and into the containers for any sign of movement or others that may be hiding. Amongst the wooden crates that were still packed tightly in the containers, a few had been opened or were missing, the few that had been opened and were not full of random junk were filled with small portable solar panels that looked to roughly be a couple feet wide and a couple more feet long.

  Another thing to come back to, he thought while his team called the all clear on the barge and began looking through their supplies. “[color=92278f]Sir[/color]” Siren called out, [color=92278f]“No hostages here, just an outpost with a few supplies around”[/color] Trevor walked out of the rusted red container and into the rusted blue one. It was the same in this one as well, wooden crates with other boxes in them. By the condition of the interior this hadn’t been open for very long. These crates were full of electronics, mostly looked like cameras, was a shame most of the batteries would be dead by now would be nice to have a photo of Maisy.

  [color=39b54a]“Guru and Xena grab a crate of the solar panels and let’s go, there’s nothing left for us here.” [/color]The team seemed to all be in agreement, the bandits had little in the way of supplies or usable weapons other than two break action shotguns that had no ammo. The squad made their way back to Maisy and the horses with the crate and poorly cared for guns, as well as a few items of food but it didn’t look like these bandits had been there for long. These solar panels where a good find but were not what they were looking for. That with the ever setting sun, Trevor didn’t want to stay out in the dark at least not with these horses and a few bandits still out and about.

  [color=39b54a]“Hey Maze, looks like you had fun, no hostages down there I don’t think this was the right barge but hey.”[/color] He smiled as his team brought up the crate, [color=39b54a]“one of those open containers down there has crates of solar panels in it though, thought we might bring this one back and give it to Arlington, you know get our relations a bit better.”[/color] He turned to make sure everyone had made it back to the horses while a few of his men made a makeshift drag sled for the crate. [color=39b54a]“Looks like we are ready when you are Maze”[/color]

[@Poi]