When Alvin led the Cavalry closer to the target village, there were no signs of villagers moving about. These villages, surviving in such a chaotic environment, were typically extremely sensitive to special circumstances. In the past, whenever he led the Cavalry into towns for supplies, the locals would scurry back to their humble villages from the fields like startled mice, seeking some sense of security. But today, despite the considerable noise of their approaching cavalry charge, there was no movement from the village; instead, a deathly silence hung in the air.
Alvin reined in his horse, a bad feeling already stirring within him, though he was unwilling to believe it. Has something gone wrong with my very first step in controlling Hamlet?
"You two, go and see what's happened. The rest of you, spread out and scout. Watch out for ambushes and be ready to provide support at any moment."
