Night Life

I really did like Rat Kiley. I sort of don't like revisiting this story because I am terribly paranoid in the dark. Something about that black canvas backdrop of the night pushes my imagination to its most sinister depths. Spending weeks upon weeks under the cloak of dark silence, attempting to block out the very real boogeymen with guns and grenades would be maddening. His experiences also remind me of the moment where the found Kiowa's body. To see so much carnage in friends would be stressful enough without the constant darkness. I am not sure how much I can write about this chapter because its mostly based on the insanity of the dark and the unknown, and more importantly, its freaking me out.