This week's cloudy, dreary weather culminates in a thunderstorm, lasting most of the previous night. That means when you awake this morning, the town is damp and dark. It's not just the weather that gives off an oppressive feeling, though. The air, it's heavy.
The Sergeant told you, after all. This is your last day to prevent your deepest, darkest secrets from being revealed.
There's no immediate evidence that anyone's followed his orders, though. Maybe you'll get through this week without anymore unnecessary death.
Or, maybe not. Maybe you should take a look around town, just to be sure.
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Surprisingly, the name isn't one he expected despite the circumstances. Even with the telltale explosive debris and rubble. He detaches himself from the wall he was leaning up against—he has to see this for himself. For several long seconds he just stares at the semi submerged body. ]
What a waste. [ That's all he has to say, and he turns on his heel and leaves the chapel. There's other shit he needs to deal with. ]