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CampsiteWhen Ren Richards opened her eyes, there was drab olive green above her head. She blinked as sound and other sensations returned to her awareness. When a breeze brushed over her face, she turned her head towards the thin sliver of light coming through the c***k in the tent flap. Fresh air, hell yes, she thought, inhaling deeply. The crisp chill invigorated her, and she breathed deeply again before lifting her head to assess her surroundings.
A medical setup explained the fog over her senses. Only drugs could produce these kinds of holes in her awareness. Memories returned, flashing into place: the attack of the Audreys, the staccato rhythm of gunfire and, finally, the pain in her leg. Immediately, her eyes travelled down her body to examine herself. A blue Med Station blanke
