Letum's continued screams promptly woke the private up again. Ignoring his moist pants, he tries to rush back to the camp. On the route there, he saw that the east tower had warped into a gargantuan, barbed monster! Stumbling around in aghast, he manages to again trip over a log, cutting a gash into his pants, and destroyed most of his pack. He also scratched his elbow. It was for this heinous injury that forced him to the infirmary, where the beaten body of Letum was still stored. The comatose body was close enough to a corpse to give Super Market chills, as well as most things, but it was pretty much the worst.
... herr...*hem* herr Oberfeldwebel?.
There was only weezing. Not another Nokia! Slowly, the door was creeped open, and inside was the Sergeant, along with fellow Gemeiner JCwolf. A strange fellow, he would often prowl around while mumbling cryptically. It disheartened him more that he was the only other Gemeiner around... But the worst, it was the walking corpse, the pale man sitting in the the corner, spasms wreaking havoc on his body, and the face! The private stood, terrified, of the ghastly apparition, who was smiling, no! Screaming! NO! Smir-grima-- .. what do you even call that?! Then, he realized that the standing dead was no other than Letum, Letum of the werewolf attack, Letum of survival, Letum of.. of.. the intact!
And with that, the private promptly acquainted his head with the infirmary floor, which it had not met yet.
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