McKee POV:
f**k my shoulder hurt I open my eyes and realize it I dark. I try to move but there is something holding me down. When I look it’s a body a very heavy one at that. Using my good shoulder, I push the body off me. The first thing I do when I get up looks on the field for Bas, I hope to go she is not one of the dead or captured. I am covered with blood my shoulder have a bite mark on it no wonder it hurts. I stagger on the fields in search for Bass relief fills me when I don’t see Bas's body among the dead. There are bodies everywhere I don’t see any of our men dead. Which can mean two things either we hand no casualties, or our men were taken for a proper burial. I have no phone my radio is broken I have no cell phone. My best bet is to walk my bloody ass to the house
