Project Z Haven
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She nearly cries at the sound of bombs going off ear to ear, Crying is not a option. Never a option. she pushes forward tucking her bible in the side of her tactile service vest. Breathe Myrina breathe as long as you stick with the squad you'll be fine. She turns around feeling fire threw her right shoulder. Myrina! Myrina! She wakes up only to know it was a dream from the past.
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