Oh think twice...With and audible grunt of exertion, he drops himself down in to the chair and leans back, it creaks under the strain. His uniform is so tight it could be a second skin, yet so dishevelled it looks like its been fired at him from an autocannon. Not...
From my mother's sleep I fell into the state...I wake. Where am I? Thick headed and aching I stare in to the gloom. I hear muffled shouts from below, followed by a crash that reverberates through the walls of the small room, a pained scream. Then silence. Hope drains from me. I remember. Mercy's...
