[8] Goodbye!

All of the sudden, there came a heavy scuffling sound from the other side of the door. Atticus tried his best to raise his heavy head and listen to whatever was happening, but it was hard to distinguish one sound from another. It sounded as though something was being tossed around the hallway, but Atticus had no idea what it could be. His brain was only just starting to properly clear up.

Was someone fighting out there?

Nathaniel? Uriah? Were they facing off with someone?

Had someone... come to rescue him?

No. That couldn't be the case.

Atticus wasn't worth rescuing. He wasn't worth the risk. He wasn't worth anything. He was nothing more than a nameless soldier. He was just a number. He meant nothing to anybody, not even his own father. He was nothing.

He was nothing...

WHAM!