Noah stared out across the seemingly endless terrain of grass, grass, and yet more grass. There was nothing but grass and the most mild of little hills. It was all so flat, oh gods it was so flat out here he could lose his mind within minutes. Why were they even out here?
"Hodjarl, what are we doing out here..? We're going to get radiation from the trenches," he complained, looking back to the elderly man. What was Hodjarl even doing? Noah's brow furrowed, and he turned to his mentor,adjusting his brown and green scarf. "Hodjarl," he repeated, louder this time, "What are we doing out here?"