[A Very Super Market]

Resigned to his possible fate, Gemeiner Super Market slowly climbs the ladder up to the watch tower.

Maybe if I log a few extra hours.... Herr Oberst will let me the night off... yeah..

There was nothing in the tower but a small searchlight and a rifle. Across the camp, he could see the damage done on the Eastern tower. He tried not to imagine the blood on the wire, which no one had the heart to clean up yet.

How would I get out?

The forest, normally terrifying to the young private, seemed unnaturally welcoming this day.

The trees! I.. I would jump of the side... grab ahold of... that branch! And then.. then..

Who am I kidding?

Night hadn't come yet, so there was no point in panicking until then. He picked up his binoculars, and stared off into the distance. The Inn was still lit, though not nearly as rowdy as the day before. That fisherman he let in the town was yelling at U-13, floating quite a distance from the dock.

Idiot sailors. Even the regular wolves can swim.

The rest of the town was darkened, though most would welcome an allied raid, if only to relieve themselves of the monster. In these houses, they wouldn't do any mangling, there'd be nothing left of whatever fortunate soul was hit.

The silence was insufferable. Even the villagers with their strange Norwegian dialect was preferable. Even Task Force's snoring was better. He slowly clambered onto the ladder, and ran to the inn.

It was quieter than usual. Everyone was tense. Suddenly the private realized, a lynching!

They all started arguing, but he stood in the corner and tried to take the situation in. How could they stoop to this level? He could hear a heated argument started by the colonel himself, a fight between civil and military, for he was accusing the mayor himself! Even the barmaid was loudly arguing, blaming a drunken sailor for the whole thing. The Sergeant Major was brooding thoughtfully at a table, as was Task Force and Laufen zum Ziel. Where was that fisherman? And the watch officer? The rest of those smelly sailors were even accusing each other, such was the level of madness the town had descended into. What had happened to the camaraderie that had made the place almost bearable? Surely, the crew, with their years of experience bunking right next to each other would notice if one started to sprout hair and go on a bloody rampage? The colonel is here too! He is expecting me to say something! Where is that bar owner? He is being accused!

His eyes stare wildly across the room, breaking into a cold sweat.

Dammit! They're almost finished, and there'll be vote soon. I've no clue yet!

Suddenly, he blurted out.

Letum! A few though him to be drunk, but a momentary epiphany was going on the private's mind.

How did he survive that attack, cut, but still intact? You all saw Gordon (Or whatever) and Raptor! Ripped to shreds, yet Letum lives!



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