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A cool night dew falls on Jeremy's cheeks.

Even with his eyes still closed, Jeremy knows where he is. He is in this dream again.

"Ngh..."

Normally this nightmare would start with Jeremy flailing around in panic, but this time is different. The sky is already bright, though the pungent smell of gunpowder still stings his nostrils.

He instinctively recognizes it. Seeing the now bright surroundings, it means that the air raid has already passed.

"Ung... guys..."

Even the background isn't the dug-up earth where mangled bodies lie scattered everywhere. This time Jeremy is outside. He looks around anxiously, wondering if he should be out here, another air raid could hit him at any moment.

"Found you."

"Uh...?"

A familiar voice that Jeremy has heard before, though he is not sure whose it is, calls from behind him. The middle-aged man turns around, relieved to hear someone he knows.

"Huh...!"

There, behind him, stands a group of soldiers, each badly injured and mangled. Their uniforms burned and torn.

"You traitorous bastard."

Someone speaks in a cold, guttural voice. The resentment in his voice is chilling, and the other soldiers, following the first voice, circle around Jeremy.

"This is all because of you."

"No, wait, I...!"

"Are you glad you survived the bombing on your own? Did you think you could get away with it?"

The men become aggressive, each cursing Jeremy with gut-wrenching comments.

"Did you think you could get away with it? Did you think you'd have a good life and forget what you did to us?"

The words come out like a knife. Some of them even raise their fists, can no longer contain their excitement to hit Jeremy.

"Ah...!"

Jeremy ducks to avoid the flying fist, but thud! Pain shoots up his thigh. He stumbles, landing on the dirt below.

"Ugh...! I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"You think this is not your fault? We got into this because of you!"

"Look, Miles, I really didn't..."

"SHUT THE F*CK UP!"

Miles, one of Jeremy's buddies who should have been dead in the ditch, is somehow walking and talking before his eyes. Half of his body is blackened from being burned alive.

"While you're walking around with all your limbs intact, I'm f*cked like this."

Another lifts a stubby shoulder and claims to be missing an arm, and then the others begin to spit at Jeremy. I'm missing a neck, I've inhaled smoke and my lungs are all cooked...

"Ugh, uh...I, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

In his confusion, the middle-aged man begs forgiveness from the men surrounding him, forgetting that this is just a dream. Ever since he was the sole survivor of the bombing, Jeremy Rogers has lived with guilt. He can't escape the memories that weigh heavily on his mind.

"You're sorry? You made us monsters forever."

The man with the charred face laughs horribly.

Crack crack—

Then, with a cracking, twisting sound of bone and muscle, everyone's skin begins to peel off and covered with new flesh. It is an unreal sight, but Jeremy, completely caught up in his dream, can only gasp at the absurdity, his face pale.

"Forever."

The man's voice changes to a growl. And the new flesh that has sprouted is no longer human; it is Thelma's. The severed man now wears the head of a beast, his severed hand sprouts short hairy fingers, and his missing lower half becomes that of a monster.

The half-monsterized soldiers move closer and closer to Jeremy.

"Do you really feel sorry for us?"

One of them speaks in a sullen voice.

"Yes, I am, I was wrong... I didn't mean..."

"Well, take it off then."

"What...?"

says the man with the horse head, smiling sickeningly. As Jeremy questions his ears, wondering if he heard wrong, he is met with a hard kick.

"Ouch...!"

"Take your clothes off if you're really sorry, is that the attitude of an apologist?"

"Rumor has it that you can pump milk, and I heard that drinking a man's milk will cure this."

One man waves his short-fingered cow hand in the air. The others are busy giggling and venting their anger at Jeremy.

"Ah... ah..."

As Jeremy lies on the ground, surrounded by men, devastation flashes across his face. His vision goes white as he realizes what these monsters, neither man nor beast, are asking of him.

"If I take it off... will you forgive me?"

"Heh, let's taste your milk first and see if we can get back to normal."

"What a prick."

"Selfish son of a bitcch."

"Oh no, I, I, I... I'll take it off, I'll take it off!"

Jeremy feels like he is about to fall into a bottomless pit. Rubbing his hands together, Jeremy slowly unzips his zipper and removes his vest. The more he strips away the uniform covering him, the more his naked body is exposed. Revealing a contrast body with the wounded and scarred bodies of those around him.

"Wow, look at your big t*ts, did you just give birth?"

"Damn, your face is so old, but your body is so plump. What a bitcch."

Someone whistles as the top comes completely off. Jeremy thinks his cheeks are tingling from all the blood rushing to his face, but he can't stop his hands from unzipping his pants. The soldiers' accusations and the shock of the situation make him feel dazed and unreal.

"......"


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