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CV: Code RedIsaac: *has inconveniently been spotted by Ekkon and after realizing he couldn't really fight him all alone he is trying to run away like a mad man, hopping over hedge and ditch, covered in ink spots and some minor cuts*
Victoria: *Sneaked out of camp and left a note for Gavin, hoping he wouldn't run after her. She walks for about 10 minutes before she hears something rustle in the distance and squints her eyes together* ...(if only I had Gavin's stupid night vision....Jesus Christ-) Who's there! *yells at the figure coming closer*
Isaac: *races out of the bush with the elegance of a steamroller, running right towards Victoria, glomping her, causing them both to fall to the ground and roll right underneath a narrow hollow between the roots of a giant tree* ....hey Victoria *whispers with a joyful grin, all out of breath*
Victoria: *lets out a yelp as soon as she is glomped and squishes her eyes together; causing her to not really realizing what ha
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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