SCRA Recruitment Centre

[Cawdor]

Craw's neck twitched when he heard the gunshot that was closely fallowed by a dead body hitting the ground. Just a moment later a loud "NEXT!" could be heard from inside the recruiter's office. He took a last look around to see if there was still someone alive in the waiting hall who could go before he had to - but wasn't surprised to find out that the only other two left were already dead.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. While, since his arrival in this hall, the only thought that dominated his mind was that he didn't want to die, he now plucked up all his courage, clenched his fists, stood up and walked to the recruiters office.
'Lets do this', he thought 'No one would kill anyone as awesome as me anyway!'.
He opened the door and stepped on the blood soaked floor many other lost their lives on. He managed not to look at the mess, but the smell alone made him feel funny.
"Comrade Craw reporting for duty, .... Comrade!"
He was as pale as chalk.

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