He hoped, for the sake of everyone, that this one was empty. How nice would that be? Finally find a place to settle down, not have to clean up a shitload of blood, not have to deal with wandering creatures who just wanted to bite him. The truth was that Neil was tired. He was tired of death and tired of traveling and tired of not having a place to call home. Ever since he had joined the military, he had been pushing himself. He had been Airman of the Quarter more times than he could count. He had been recognized for his dedication to his job constantly. He had deployed numerous times. He had been the perfect airman. He had never turned down an assignment, never missed a flight function, never skipped helping a fellow airman train or study or finish their duties. And then his mother had gotten sick. And everything had changed. Neil wasn’t sure when his carefree attitude disappeared, but he wanted it back.
