No Lullaby, pt. 1 – GreywolftheWanderer

John fled, pursued. He wasn’t sure what was chasing him, but knew he didn’t want it catching him. He Reached, feeling for a landing spot, any old spot would do, only needed it for a micro– –and crashed, hard, falling out of his bunk, trapped all over again in the iron prison of his own skull. Smashed his elbow into the concrete as he hit, too, just for shits and giggles. Fuck. The headache was…

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