I have been in a coma for over a month, my diary left by my side, my dog is gone, probably eaten, and I’ve no idea where I am, last I remember I was on 8th floor of the att building downtown kilo charlie and was about to start a small fire to keep warm, helicopters and an RPG apparently took out about half of the floor we were on. The kids I was with, no clue alive or gone.. I miss my dog,, I hope he put up a fight.. I’m hopeful who ever found me and put me in this makeshift hospital will come back, I can’t move my left leg, and my right hand is missing, it’s a bandaged stump, my weapons are still here, my backpack, knives, and fire striker all within reach.. my zippo is missing, although they have left me some cigs, Lucky Strikes, how appropriate.. my skin is crawling with dirt, my face is a tattered mass of hair and blood, it seems they only cleaned and bandaged my hand and left me to fend for myself.. I’m fucking starved, there’s some hard tack bread, and what looks like jerky left on the table beside me, a little bit of water in this canteen and no other light, sunlight peaks into the room from a crack in the wall, other than that I’m in the dark barely able to make things out.  Must get out and find food, must find someone who’s got meds, need a doctor, need a bath, need a drink, i miss bravo



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