Only a few people around the camp noticed the arrow and the dead worker in the darkness. For a split second, there was just confused silence as men tried to figure out what had happened.
Then the sky filled with death.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arrows rained down from every direction like deadly hail. The night air filled with the whistle of fletching and the wet sound of arrowheads finding flesh.
"We're under attack!" someone screamed.
"Get down! Get down!"
"Where are they coming from?!"
The camp exploded into chaos. Men who had been calmly packing supplies or sitting around fires suddenly found themselves diving for cover behind anything they could find. Crates, tree stumps, even dead bodies—anything to block the arrows that kept coming.
Pike rolled away from the fire, clutching his shoulder where an arrow had grazed him. "What the hell is happening?!"
