Realization

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I dash to a nearby bathroom and finish hurling in the toilet. When finished I see a strange bearded man in the mirror, greasy hair and dirty in a hospital robe with no memory's of the past, but a will to survive. Then I dive down and start drinking water like a Dying dog. Some time later I leave the bathroom back into the war zone, I start shambling around the med bay section of the ship which seems like a desolate wasteland of blood and broken lives. Darkness begins to fall I finally reach a hollowed out vending machine where I will succumb to the sandman.So I sit down and drag front closing it behind me and get as comfy as I can.Later that night I wake up to the sound of foot steps in the hall, from maybe boots and wispering, so I sit it out trying to breath quietly. As the light of day erases the shadows of night I kick open the metal front of my shelter ready to start my next day of survival.

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