Everyone's talking about the war. Yes the war 10 years ago mysterious island, sinkholes, and caves appear and in them material guarded by fearsome fukn people who we call Maze. Civilians never talk about the individual in the war you know . Just about how the fucken East the people on the eastern hemisphere saw the resource first. Then here we come claimen some for ourselves. Whatcha want me to pretend we're the good guys well we ain't. I been fighten them for seven years and I just hit 20. Yet all the civs talk about is the capture of the ship or the recovery of the book, but not about the individuals sloppen, through the mud.
For fuck sake Nat shut the fuck up.
That there is Sarg and yes as in Sergent. ahh fuck he's right why the fuck am I talken to ya, ya a damn dog.
Jumping up and grabbing an M4. Its pretty shiny and clean comparing to the relative shit and piss look of everything else. Uniform faded, cuts, holes,blood stains and stinking from sweat this was the look of the 219th Infantry squad who's been shooten, shitten, eaten, and sleepen in the front lines for the past 5 years.
Nat, send the dog out and come to the tent we got orders. Sargs puckerd face and clinched butt cheeks give away the great news we got in from command.
Goin on boy get outta here come when your done with the rounds, seeming as if understood Dog trots away.
You shouldn't curse so much Nat to dark for my ears Lund spoke.
shut the fuck up you dunce. Lund is our medic
Breaching the tent, alcohols supreme permeates and seaps into and from every corner.
They pulled everyone fucken out we are to finish this goddamn maze ourselves. Say, they need 220 and 221 for a new maze that randomly popped up. Like we ain't spread out enough.
Sarg how the fuk we suppose to fight East and the Maze without fuckn advance shit from previous raids on the Maze. If it wasn't for the fuckn dagger we couldn't stand against Maze!
Enough a tight voice punctuating each syllables noting Don's entry to the conversation.
But it..
Nat speak out of order again and ill cut your throat.
Don what are we to do about the news .Sarg spoke intervening the increasing atmospheric pressure.
Follow. Dons two syllables punctuated and with it the meeting closes.
Nat know your place sarg.
solemn and sulky tint to his voice spoke .
Don will slit your throat. Go do your round with Dog and collapse the security we move forward now.
Yes sarg.
Fuk Don that asshole can slit his own damn throat. Dogs prints dust the damp ground of the common maze.