How could this be?
Zein gritted his teeth. He couldn't see his surrounding, which reminded him of every mission he went through in the Deathzone. But while he couldn't see, he could feel. His skin, his nerves, his cell remembered the sensation.
This thick miasma that felt so heavy on the skin, the shortness of breath it caused, the crawling eerieness upon his spine...
There was no mistaking it; the sensation was that of the Deathzone.
But...how?
"Captain?" Brisk asked again, shaking his arm, and Zein snapped from his shock.
He blinked slowly and took a deep breath, calming his mind. Right, he could think later. Immediately, he swipe the storage ring and brought out the dark-vision goggles.
"T-the flashlight can't..." there was a frantic clicking sound from Zein's left side, where Dean was.
