In the blackest hour of night, the General awakes feeling painfully lethargic. The darkness around is so thick

In the blackest hour of night, the General awakes feeling painfully lethargic. The darkness around is so thick that he can't even see his hand in front of his eyes. The world is silent. He can't even hear the sound of his companions breathing. Then suddenly, somewhere off to the right... no, it was probably nothing... now – off to the left! And up. And everywhere around... Rustling. Rustling. Rustling.