I woke up in a hospital; I knew that by the sounds of rhythmic beeping’s and the strong sense of ‘Clean.’ What happened to me? What happened to my squad. I couldn’t remember clearly. Images of Mya and Jared curled up by the campfire came flooding back into my mind and a fairly happy Joe giving me a beer the fridge. These seem to be my most recent memories. Did the enemies find us and blow up the camp? Are the others okay? Was I the only one to survive? The heart monitor above my head grow louder and faster as the thought of my dead friends; their lifeless bodies on the ground below me.
A woman, dressed in blue scrubs, rushes into my room and tries to tell me to calm down. I couldn’t calm down, not when my friends could be dead. I couldn’t concentrate, the thought of Joe screaming my name
