We enter the apartment district. The decay is the herald of the imminent danger to come. And we are not the first to see the inner life of the abandoned apartments. Disturbing signs mark the walls like scars. Some seem irritatingly liquid, like if the walls were bleeding. In M Squad they had to drag out a comrade.
We make camp, as good as it gets, smoking a lhostick, drinking something mind-clearing.
Tonight I won’t write a letter to you, my love, as the 381st was assigned two new Commissars.
