Linuron

It was like a dream. Like a nightmare. Barrett looked around, removing his helmet and shaking his head. "No…this…this can't be…" Across the battlefield dead body upon dead body lay scattered, the air held the unmistakable scent of fear and sweat, and the ground became a swamp as Barrett walked—a swamp of blood and bodies, almost colored black in the coming darkness as grey clouds overtook the sun. Barrett walked along, looking for any signs of life in the bodies, but finding nothing. Checking any body that was intact, he simply found more death and with each passing moment in this battlefield turned graveyard, he felt so