Jimbuna lay on a bunk, his head still throbbing from the rifle butt altication the other day.
He was mulling over in his mind the series of events that had taken place during his time strapped to the infirmary table as passed onto him by his fellow crewmates...'Two of our crew dead, one torn to shreds and the other summarily executed without any tangible proof to justify such treatment...something just isn't right about this, it's almost surreal but it has happened nonetheless'
Suddenly he started as he heard a howl from what he believed to be a wild dog or a wolf even in the distance..."What in Gods name is out there"?
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