This is 100 Word Challenge #9. The prompt is in bold. Enjoy!!

The smell of burning tents woke me from my slumber. I shot up. Running outside I saw other people doing the same and some trying to put the fire out. It had taken over every single tent and the flames lit up the decrepit village we were camped out in. I had to find the deserter who had done this. It couldn’t be a wildfire because there was nothing that could burn within a hundred mile radius and the village was all concrete. As the smoke cleared I saw a hooded figure creeping away over the plains. Traitor. Back-stabber. Betrayer.