posted on Jun, 30 2022 @ 07:14 AM
In the eerily familiar corridor on the 70 floor of who knows where, why are you wearing an army uniform, and carrying a backpack and rifle? Deja vu
overcomes you.
A voice echoes,“ Tiger leader, this is pig, requesting a dustoff.” Repeatedly, you confirm that your handheld radio is dead.
You reach the conference room.
Who leaves a loaded shopping trolley around here? Perhaps you're in the mist of a night terror. Who worries about
cleaning an abandoned building?
A blinding flash of light engulfs you, and you wake up standing at the entrance to the hall.
The End
edit on 30-6-2022 by xpert11 because: (no reason given)