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You roll a nine. You notice faint tremors in the body of the child. The mother weeps, and covers her face with her hands. When she pulls them away, the rash has spread to her face.
I stand shocked. What kind of disease is this? One that transfers so quickly. I tell the mother to go home and stay there and that the child would be tended to and buried. She leaves. I collapse.
"Im not made for this. I only have basic medical knowledge. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
My mind races, all the discisons Ive made that have led me to this point fly through my head.
No.
I need to continue. I gather the supplies I had currently dropped. I put the child in a black garbage bag and leave the infirmary with the supplies.
I step out as the sound of trucks get closer, turn to the loud speakers that sing out the words of our Father. I need to use them to gather all the fighting men.
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[–] Grifter42 [S] ago
You roll a nine. You notice faint tremors in the body of the child. The mother weeps, and covers her face with her hands. When she pulls them away, the rash has spread to her face.
[–] Anoxim ago
I stand shocked. What kind of disease is this? One that transfers so quickly. I tell the mother to go home and stay there and that the child would be tended to and buried. She leaves. I collapse.
"Im not made for this. I only have basic medical knowledge. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"
My mind races, all the discisons Ive made that have led me to this point fly through my head.
No.
I need to continue. I gather the supplies I had currently dropped. I put the child in a black garbage bag and leave the infirmary with the supplies.
I step out as the sound of trucks get closer, turn to the loud speakers that sing out the words of our Father. I need to use them to gather all the fighting men.
[–] Grifter42 [S] ago
The child's body sits up in the trashbag, and thrashes. There are screams from the area in which the mother walked.