_TheShadowScribe_
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It’s been six years since my baby started. I’m not sure how many of my few followers even remember it. I will refrain from name dropping it, however, my passion project is back for its 3rd rewrite. This will be the final revision of the project.
Enjoy this snippet I’ve prepared. This isn’t from the actual story, but one I’ve cooked up for you guys!
Enjoy,
Scribe
The heat beat on the back of neck like an angel of flame. They had me doing the worst job in the Scrapper Network, digging the graves for the fallen. I didn’t know anyone in this particular squad, even though it was my fuck up that got them killed. Hell, at this point, I had a new group every other week. None of them ever lasted though. If they weren’t bitten, they were shot down by the enemies of the Network. Brutal ends for all, yet, not for me. I was always the one who survived, always the one who crawl through the blood and viscera to recover their mangled bodies, and I was always the one to dig the graves. I never complained about any of it though, I mean why would I? The Network fed me, gave a warm bed, kept me well armed, and best of all, they have a source of clean water to drink and bathe with. It doesn’t get much better in this hellscape.
But I’m sure listening to the ramblings of bitter fool isn’t why you are here. I’ve gotta finish digging these graves. Guess I’ll see you around.
This is Garcia checking out.