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He left his post, alright. Better he leave on his own than trouble them with kicking him out. Dumbass only brought an old trick or treat bag of worn out memories instead of things he could actully survive on. For a medic, he was never too bright. All he had was some wrappers, eagle feathers, and a cat collar. By the time he got to civilization on foot, a month had nearly passed. Rain water made him sick and the candy daily made him sicker. The cold night was no more kinder to him as he found an alley to slink down in. His legs hurt. He somewhat envied his raven friend whom now nestled in his unkempt hair for warmth. He himself didn't even bother to warm himself anymore at this point. The sweater on his back barely helped. Besides.. He knew it was his fault he was here. As he looked at the momentoes from his former comrades, some final tears began to roll down his cheeks. Cold, exhausted, and heartbroken was not how he thought he would go out when he took this job. Yet... it seemed fitting for a traiter. As his eyes began to flutter close, he thought of how he would at least be of use as a meal for his raven, should he die out here.

TL;DR : This fucker's dead. I'm just too tired to care for him anymore. I figured killing him off was best as there was too much of me in him to give him away and he held too many memories to keep. Who cares, anyway. Its just another shitty pencil drawing.

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He left his post, alright. Better he leave on his own than trouble them with kicking him out. Dumbass only brought an old trick or treat bag of worn out memories instead of things he could actully survive on. For a medic, he was never too bright. All he had was some wrappers, eagle feathers, and a cat collar. By the time he got to civilization on foot, a month had nearly passed. Rain water made him sick and the candy daily made him sicker. The cold night was no more kinder to him as he found an alley to slink down in. His legs hurt. He somewhat envied his raven friend whom now nestled in his unkempt hair for warmth. He himself didn't even bother to warm himself anymore at this point. The sweater on his back barely helped. Besides.. He knew it was his fault he was here. As he looked at the momentoes from his former comrades, some final tears began to roll down his cheeks. Cold, exhausted, and heartbroken was not how he thought he would go out when he took this job. Yet... it seemed fitting for a traiter. As his eyes began to flutter close, he thought of how he would at least be of use as a meal for his raven, should he die out here.

TL;DR : This fucker's dead. I'm just too tired to care for him anymore. I figured killing him off was best as there was too much of me in him to give him away and he held too many memories to keep. Who cares, anyway. Its just another shitty pencil drawing.