Drew

His machete gleamed in the moonlight and went thwack thwack thwack against the bamboo. It had a hard shell but nothing inside but he didn't lie to thin that was him. It wasn't many who dared to raid at night anymore, but he was one who never feared the guards, the dogs, or the razor wire because to him a man who was afraid was dead inside. That was the old way of the men in the forest. When his notched ladder was cut he hefted it on his shoulder and struck the perfect point of balance as he carried it toward the wall.