Ever since Afghanistan I've been having horrible dreams of children i couldn't save burning from the inside out, That damn serum. I hate thinking about. One day I was having coffee at a nice little coffee on 3rd street when a man with a thick russian accent came up to me and told me about several people committing suicide for unknown reason including my little sister and he wanted me to check it out.so any way name is [data not found]
when we got to russia we went my sisters funeral i cried once but i've been desensitized since the service. two days after we went to the sight of the suicides i got there and 7 motionless corpses laying with a bullet in their heads. 'What a shame they could have lived full lives'. we went to leave but the door locked from the outside. we had been in there for a day with no food, sleep or water so we started walking through the corridors it looked like a cultist catacombs.
