The situation becomes even more crazy. No news from Y38 Recon Squad. Command announces clearance of Y38 within the next three days. We just heard rumors that a block near Y38 collapsed. Also words of a new nightmare are whispered. We tripwired communication uplinks and Orbit awaits victory within the month … the Emperor protects.I’ll go smoking a lhostick Chilper just gave me.
We are still going deeper into the habitats. Heretics was the word a comrade was using. We did have occasional encounters in the last days. But nothing severe. Apart from the voices in the air. And the snarls in the sewers. In the resting hours we try to sleep. My #lhostick pack is empty. We continue, two by two, sweeping each single floor of each single complex. Command can’t tell us where to search.
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.
