You thought the bells were calling to you and you alone yet as you waded through the knee high grass you heard several dozen others walking alongside you. In spite of the moonless night you were all heading towards the remains of the old church out by Ongar.
It hurt you to think that there were others being called for something greater, hurt that you weren't enough for the church's call, hurt enough that you forced yourself to turn back. The allotments were closest, every tool shed held a potential arsenal.
You would make sure you were the only one called by the bells.
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