It was morning, by the time I made it back. Leaning on a spear I'd found, I hobbled in slowly. Those awake to watch, seemed too tired to jeer at me.
Covered in gore as I was, I could have sworn one even gave me a nod.
"Hoo..." Kepler leaned back against his bunk as I stepped in, eyebrows raised at the sight of me. "Not dead, after all."
Exhausted, I stared back.
"No." I croaked. "Not dead."
"Look the part, though..." He wrinkled his nose. "Light, smell the part, too.
I looked about the tent, finding no one.
"Everyone?" My voice was raspy, throat parched.
"You coming all the way inside, or you just going to stand there?" Kepler asked.
Slowly, I stepped inside, letting the tent flaps shut behind me. I wasn't alone, I realize. On a top bunk, someone was sleeping. Mars, I realized.
Next one of the lower bunks, seated beside horribly bloodied armor, Jones looked on with a distant stare.
He didn't answer.
I looked around the tent, hoping I was wrong- but there was no one else. Then, a wet rag hit me.
"Clean up." Kepler muttered. "That's an order."
"What?" I caught the cloth as it slipped from my face.
"Second though, take two." Pulling another cloth free and dunking it into a barrel, Kepler threw it in my direction.
"I... don't..." My brain was like slosh. Images of faces, of weapons, of people I knew, falling. Of screams and shouts.
"Hey there." Looking up, Kepler put a hand on my shoulder. "Cheer up, John. We won."
Title: Summoned Hero*
Language of men - Lvl 10 - Passive
Identify Lvl 4 - Active
Hide Presence Lvl 1 - Active