TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT
Back to the mops again. It's laughable. I hurry my way through the bustling crowd, wolves lay about, doctor and apprentices rushing to attend to their patients. I've never seen the camp in this state, chaotic, disorganized, mournful. As more and more wounded soldiers pile into the camp, the testosterone levels only become heightened, like the brawling wolf I was currently faced with.
There's a crowd of injured men sprinkled with women, some cheering others booing the two idiots that were currently throwing fists over idiocracy.
Does it really matter who lost which limb?
Shouldn't they all be happy they were still alive?!
Damn barbarians.
"What are you looking at? " A long beard hissed at me. "Get moving, you smelly slob. "
My feet ushers me off, not bothering to vindicate him with an answer and I rush in locking the door as I got to work on the floor. I find consolation in my scrubbing, ignoring my tattered reflection staring back, knee caps burning as they an
