"Thi…wha?" Confused and baffled. Calvin touched his face, then his body. Before turning to look toward the morgue's door, which remained closed at the moment.
"A nightmare, Rookie?" Hearing such words, Calvin turned towards his senior, whose name he didn't know. But shaking his head.
"No, no, it felt real. I feel the pain.' Calvin was in shock, he shivered while recalling the harrowing experience in his dream. He still felt as if the rats were crawling on his body, biting at them and screaming in his ears in ecstasy.
"Rookie, I told you beforehand to sleep properly during the day." The older soldier shook his head as he headed to the rookie with his normal smile.
"Now, if you want to rest. You can. But don't forget to hold your weapon with your all the time." He said, assuring Calvin that he might just had a nightmare, while handing him the gun that Calvin dropped not too long ago.
