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Jeff speaks weakly "that event was almost seven years ago. Seven long years have thinned our ranks to almost NOTHING. We are but a shadow of our former power." His stomach is grumbling, "I'm fucking hungry. How's the food going Whittaker?"

"Just fine, sir. Shouldn't be too much longer" Whittaker shouts from across the camp, having the question relayed to him by Smith.

Jeff slowly walks to his own tent, and sits down, a great pain shooting through his spine and arms. He figures it must be a pinched nerve, so he shrugs it off.

The pain shoots through his spine again, this time with more ferocity. He frantically searches through the camp, looking for a syringe and some morphine. He retreats to his own tent once again, and jabs the needle into his arm, injecting every last drop of morphine into his veins.

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Jeff speaks weakly "that event was almost seven years ago. Seven long years have thinned our ranks to almost NOTHING. We are but a shadow of our former power." His stomach is grumbling, "I'm fucking hungry. How's the food going Whittaker?"

"Just fine, sir. Shouldn't be too much longer" Whittaker shouts from across the camp, having the question relayed to him by Smith.

Jeff slowly walks to his own tent, and sits down, a great pain shooting through his spine and arms. He figures it must be a pinched nerve, so he shrugs it off.

The pain shoots through his spine again, this time with more ferocity. He frantically searches through the camp, looking for a syringe and some morphine. He retreats to his own tent once again, and jabs the needle into his arm, injecting every last drop of morphine into his veins.