18 Nostalgic Smell

Small explosions of flames started spreading across the camp. Someone had ignited the gunpowder that they had locked up. Tents were burning and with them, the screams of soldiers who had been trapped inside could be heard. Fortunately, only the area where the gunpowder had been locked up was currently in a burning caos. Though, they would need to act quickly in order to keep it that way.

"Bring the medics over here, quickly!"

"Y-yes sir!", the soldier started running clumsily towards the other end of the camp. Hotaka was pleasantly surprised by how quickly and efficiently Fumihiro had acted. "You five!, make sure that everyone who's trapped inside their tent makes their way out!"

"Yes sir!", they yelled while already helping someone out of theirs.

"Has any of your men seen a man with short bronze colored hair and silver eyes?", Hotaka asked the clearly bussy Fumihiro. A wave of guilt splashed against his consciousness, "While his men are screaming out in pain and waiting for someone to come and save them, I'm only thinking about my own goal", while standing still and thinking to himself, a loud voice ripped him out of the deep ocean he was sinking in.

"I know just as little as you do, still, you don't have time to feel guilty right now. 'Act now and think later', I usually hate that phrase, yet, it has its moments." Hotaka gave away a small smile and asked, "do you have any other entrances or small gaps where a person could have entered?", Fumihiro started running towards a soldier who had gotten stuck under a big piece of burning cloth. While sprinting, he yelled, "Look at the northwest part of the wall, it's where we throw away all our thrash!"

He started running towards the direction that Fumihiro had given him. He wondered what Daiki's plan could be, was this just a distraction to disorient them? The flames that engulfed the camp. Sounds of wood crumbling and people screaming filled the air. Although, the air was already filled to the brim with black smoke.

The night was being illuminated by the orange-red flames. Usually, the night would be cold right now, but the flames were heating it up. The disgusting smell of thrash that was burning made him want to throw up, nonetheless, it served as a great guideline.

He arrived to the sight of an enormous mountain made out of food, crap and various other things. It wasn't an understatement saying that it didn't smell all to good. The smell that exuded from the trash wasn't what gave him the biggest shock though.

He could definitely smell something else, the thrash counseled it well, but close up, it filled his nostrils. The smell that shocked him was one he was familiar with, the smell of death.