"There was nothing there, but something was," a young soldier mumbled. "Then it was there, red, RED from nowhere!" he shrieked. "Red. Bleed, blood all gone. All of them."
The young man's eyes could only see the dead backs of his comrades, some still smoldering. He held his knees, rocking back and forth. As he continued his behavior, another unit seemed to have doubled back, noticing one of their smaller units missing.
The new platoon entered the area slowly, their weapons raised. The ones with silver visors scanned, a red and green light going from left to right.
They slouched, holding their weapons out front. Their feet carried them slowly through somewhat charred and blooded ground.
The soldiers glanced in every direction. Their visors gave them a crisper view of charred bodies, along with bodies of soldiers whose throats had been slit. They scanned the area looking for land mines and hidden objects. Some of them even scanned for other survivors, or newly-found enemies.