Chapter 75

"If this was decades ago I'd say you've been shell-shocked," a clever smile crossed his face. "But given these tumultuous times we living in, you got PTSD man. You know how common that is in here?

You'd be hard pressed to find somebody without it. Welcome to the club, Lex."

I've seen more than you...

The satchel was lighter than I imagined when I slung it over my shoulder. Making my way to the top, near the Deadzone. Douglie was once again rehabilitating the survivors of Snakeskin. I merely poked my head in, sent a salute his way. He responded with one of his own and a smile, then pointed to the left. When I walked to the room, Tomorrow was looking out the carved rock opening, getting a good view of the flatland below. Counting the amount of dead Umbrages lying face down. I knocked on the wall to get his attention, placed my satchel on the floor.

"You should come with me, you know," I said to him.

"A soldier's work is never done."