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Woke up and got back to walking. Just when I thought this was it, I wasn't going to get out of here, I found another body, or part of one. Strung up on the wall.
It was Handy, poor bastard. He was an asshole sure, but didn't deserve this. The lower half of his torso was gone, guts hanging down. The rest of his body had heavy burns, and what I think is maybe shrapnel? I don't see any signs of shrapnel or fire anywhere else. Somehow he was transported here, and without a blood trail either.
And when I was contemplating why the only bodies here are of people I knew, I looked down and saw a rucksack stained in the dripping blood of my former 'Handler'.
Inside, there was enough food and water for days, maybe a week with proper rationing.
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