The Wood is bright and friendly and full of birdsong in the half-mile or so around the barracks. Sunlight glances through the trees, turning everything to green and gold. Here and there, between the shadows, individuals appear and disappear. Some of them peek around trees toward the buildings, some of them run laughing through the woods and vanish ( Read more... )

What started as a drizzle turns into a downpour with a crack of thunder and no other warning. Wind blasts through the trees and carries hail with it, dime-sized chunks of ice that grow quickly larger as the storm intensifies. There’s no shelter in the area - except for the sheer-banked stream ( Read more... )

( GROUP FIVE - SOUTH )