Stories From The Head

Silence... 2100 Hours:   Vorrar grabbed his gun and ran through the ruins of his old home town. He had no idea where his unit was, and he was getting quite frantic. ”Wow...!” Vorrar had to whisper. Night was coming... 2300 Hours:   A small platoon of enemy soldiers sitting calmly around a bonfire. Vorrar, OUR Vorrar, recognised the leader as Surk, the Gambit-killer. This didn’t bother Vorrar as he loosened his knife and launched a super-attack on his enemies. Vorrar smiled. Seven dead... 0137 Hours:   Vorrar couldn’t sleep. He COULDN’T sleep. He had to find his unit. Silence... 0137 Hours:   ”Jerro!” Vorrar woke up after in amazingly short nap. No unit, only silence... 0230 Hours:   ”Vorrar! Vorrar! Come here!” Somebody was whispering. Had he not known better, Vorrar would have thought it was Surk, the Gambit-killer, but NO! It was Kepatt, his commanding officer. He had found his unit, but when Vorrar thought about it...it wasn’t all that great. 0556 Hours:   No more...

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