Twenty Five Cent Spectres

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Twenty Five Cent Spectres

Post by rowan_bristol » Wed Jul 17, 2019 7:19 pm

Every marine had been issued a container of Pervitin before the assault on the facility. He had been subsisting on them, scavenging the precious amphetamines from the soldiers’ rotting bodies. He wandered the labyrinth, seeing the four spectral forms of his cherished friends at every corner. They blamed him; Their wide accusing eyes chasing him through the halls, threatening to burst his heart with terror. Sometimes he would come up on the body of a medic, and swallow the container of the medic’s pack in one go, chasing the ghosts away in addled fury. “Paku…Paku…” he muttered into the void.
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