Down the trench, past the dying and the dead, until there was nowhere left to run. With enemy troops surging ahead, he clawed his way up and over the wall...

His face was smeared with blood, matted in his beard and hair, running from his eyes, nose, and mouth. His skin was pale and clammy. His pupils were blown wide, rimmed in a raw, wet red. His jaw clenched and unhinged like something trying to remember how to be human.