Searching

I look the computer message over once as I pull on my gear

Survivors: unknown

Enemy Forces: 2

We file out of the bunker. It’s the middle of the night.

No stars. No moon. No dark.

Just a world of empty green.

We spread out over the hillside.

And just in case my eyes can’t see, my little box is searching. It’s only bluish right now, but soon, I’ll see red. Little red blurs caught in a constricting trap.

     We’ll find them.  We always do.

Then my box will show blazing red and my eyes will see nothing but white.