Morgan Kern

The Difficult Walk

A strange smell flooded the air. Winds blowing north carried a strong scent that reminded Jonathan of beef in a frying pan. Something was off though; the smell was tainted by a metallic aroma. The odor intensified more than ever as his company continued marching towards Manassas Junction. It wasn't until after they hiked down the Bull Run Mountains, that the smells' origins became evident.