Common Grade Foxes

Arnold wasn't looking good at all, his eyes were looking dead as usual, his hair was all messed up with stains all over his blue shirt and he looked paler than the last time Frank saw him.

'How Come he's like this? it's only been a few hours since we came back from that battle.' Frank thought unaware that he had been out throughout the time they returned yesterday and had just woken up this morning.

"Hey Arnold," Frank said as he stepped closer to him.

"Hi, Frank." He said with a forced smile and change continued to pull the bag along with him.

"Hey wait, where are you heading to?"

"To dispose of the refuse." He stopped before saying that.

"Which soldier sent you to dispose of the refuse alone?"

"It wasn't a soldier," Arnold said, shaking his head.

"Then who?" Frank asked.