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Summary
"Bred to kill them all,
Victim of what said should be.
A servant 'til I fall,
Soldier boy, made of clay.
Now an empty shell,
Twenty one, only son.
But he served us well.
Bred to kill, not to care.I was born for dying."
Eddie had died. Was dead. Is dead.
Dustin had held him as his heart stopped beating. Watched the life leave those once bright eyes. His hands had been coated in Eddie's blood. He had scrubbed his hands raw to clean his skin of his friend. He had died.
So the only possible conclusion as to why Eddie Munson was sitting in his room, looking like he just ran like a bat out of hell, was a twisted, guilt conjured hallucination.Or
Eddie Munson returns from the dead. Not exactly human. Looking for help. And starving.
Series
- Part 1 of Steddie Train-wreck Central