In contrast to the festive atmosphere the night before, the morning of the next was filled with a solemn mood.
The support team methodically made a hearty breakfast for the advanced troops who had already been wide awake since dawn. From the stiff expression on their face, it was clear that they couldn't help but feel nervous. It was easy enough yesterday, when they departed from the bright green-zone. But sleeping in a place with a high level of miasma was not an easy thing, and waking up to a grey sky, gray hard soil, and grey everything just made everything even more depressing.
"Get used to it," Zein, who got woken up by his old biological alarm, patted his kids' bed heads one by one inside the Operation's mess hall. "It will be completely dark in the Deathzone, so you'll have to get used to seeing things through goggles."
"Ugh--you mean...all the time, Captain?" Dheera whined as usual.
