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week 5 ( tuesday night )
Jun. 20th, 2017 11:17 pm[Lying on his bed, Girge stares at his arm, as a maggot bursts from the skin.
... It's not real, of course (probably). It's only fitting, really; after being immune to night terrors all this time, it's now his turn for hallucinations. (And this is far better than what others are seeing this week.) But still, the pain—and with it, the restriction of mobility—is distracting.
If he were on a battlefield at the moment, this would be when he dies.
The knock on the door catches his attention, though. Silently, he retrieves his shotgun and places it on his bed, before ascertaining that he has his other weaponry on him. Not that he likely needs them, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious.
With that taken care of, he unlocks the door and opens it.]
... It's not real, of course (probably). It's only fitting, really; after being immune to night terrors all this time, it's now his turn for hallucinations. (And this is far better than what others are seeing this week.) But still, the pain—and with it, the restriction of mobility—is distracting.
If he were on a battlefield at the moment, this would be when he dies.
The knock on the door catches his attention, though. Silently, he retrieves his shotgun and places it on his bed, before ascertaining that he has his other weaponry on him. Not that he likely needs them, but it doesn't hurt to be cautious.
With that taken care of, he unlocks the door and opens it.]
