After more than twenty years, here he was. After his world had been annihilated, obliterated, and forgotten, here he was, still fighting. He battled not out of survival or instinct. He fought for belief, wearing his uniform proudly, neat, even covered in viscera. She silently cheered him on, but ...
He slipped quietly from the bed, checking all around the dark barracks for any signs of light sleepers. It was a rare thing, light sleep, in the Settlement. Work was hard, and the days long, allowing little time for idle nights. When in the Settlement you grabbed as much sleep as you could. You n...