"Wake up Xavier, we're here,"
I look up, dreary eyed. The airbase is unusually cold. The night is hazy and the surrounding area was seemingly deserted, as if the base were in the deep woods or was some type of summer camp. I looked around, there are few lights. The terminal for the most part dark.
We walked inside. They had set up beds finally. The beds were organized into squadrons. I found an open bed up against an asethetic fixture of plants and rocks and stuff surrounded by concrete blocks, and made myself at home. I fall asleep in seconds.
