Chapter 17. Hell

My head is muddled. Though my eyes are open, and I see a man’s lips moving, I don’t understand anything. Not until a burning sensation on my cheek clears my senses.

“Wake up, you red-eyed chicken, for we are under attack! The Babylonians are here!”

I jerk off the mat! “Babylonians? How?” I blink severally to clear a lingering blur.

“Ask the gods when you meet them. Grab a sword and follow me!” He takes off.

Sword. Sword. I search my body but find no weapon. “Where is my sword?” I mumble, looking around the tent until I notice it hanging above the mat where I lay.

Kissing my teeth, I grab it and run after him. My memory is beginning to recall the previous events—Micah and Simchin’s death. Then, somehow, I find myself lying mindless in a tent on the outskirts of the camp