Fog and boots. It's all that remains between trenches in mud and acid rain. The sun hasn't been out for months that all plants began to die out, including fungus eating on dead trees and soldiers.
Back home, you were promised a battle of glory and epic, promised by the King and country of living fine life when the war is won. And now...you're just here cleaning up dead bodies, mud, and the centaurs in their stables. All of them are women, although more ferocious than a man beneath your feet underground despite their bodies just being a huge target. Luckily, everyone ran out of bullets before they could get these centaurs being their trophy at their dining room's wall...
As you passed down each gal, you were almost done. There is one more left, Marie. You didn't understood why everyone looked at her oddly. Was it something she did or something happened to her? Best to keep it to yourself. At Marie's seemingly organized stable, she looked down at you and she immediately rested, showing the side of her horse's body. It's a wound, though small could catch an infection. Without waste, you immediately went to clean it up and bandage it.
"Just like bullets becoming a rarity... cigarettes are disappointingly rare too." She suddenly said, looking at you expectantly with the pack of cigarettes at the pocket of your belt.
