

Tyndrum, UK
They waited until night before they sprung their attack. The sun had just disappeared over the distant hills and comfortable darkness had descended upon the weary camp. Slowly, carefully and silently they approached. They were beyond detection of the helpless victims.
There was no cry of alarm as they approached the tents. Not a single warning on the none existent breeze. The tents sat in their simple uniformity, plots of unflappable complacency with doors o...