Petty Officer's Burden [M] [Complete]

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Laundry. Tons and tons of laundry. It didn't help that it was all disorderly inside the bag and that it stunk like crap. Still, she would do as she was told and follow the rules. Samhain lugged the bag over her shoulder, wrinkling her nose in disgust. The familiar weight of her axe strapped to her back wasn’t there, and it felt rather odd. The girl had opted to leave it at the Marine base as carrying that heavy thing and the laundry would have killed her poor back.

Now. Where was a river when she needed one?

Exactly how did she end up in this situation? Samhain had almost no idea, but it went a little something like this:

Shortly after her “vision”, and the talk with her father, he had given her a boat to travel to the next island in order to cleanse. Samhain set off on her journey to supposedly cleanse the world, misguided by supposed spirits that usually were hallucinations from heat stroke, or something along those lines.

Problem. She didn’t know how to navigate or even where any island was. The girl drifted for a few days, uncertain of her destination and uncertain of whether she was going to live or not. Luckily for her, a Marine battleship came along and saved her from those rough waters. When they had made sure she wasn’t a pirate of any kind, they showed her around the ship and what the Marines did. Samhain was absolutely in awe of everything she saw, for she had not seen most of the items on the ship (Hell, she hadn’t seen a battleship once in her lifetime).

The Marines on that ship were rather confused to how she didn’t know what the Marines were, but the quickly explained to her what they did. Believing their goal to be the same as hers, Samhain joined the Marines.

Shortly thereafter, the battleship docked at Centaurea and restocked their supplies. Then the torture begun. All those with a higher rank than her (meaning everyone at the base) started piling up their laundry on top of the poor girl.

This brings us to where she is now, looking for a river with a bag of laundry. Samhain was oblivious to the fact that there was a laundromat 10 feet away from her. Of course, it wouldn't have mattered. She didn't know what a laundromat was, much less what to do in one.

Samhain sighed aloud, putting the bag of laundry down and rubbing her aching shoulder. Why were things so hard to find in this place? Back home, things were much simpler. There was always a river downhill, but this place seemed to be full of stupid looking buildings that didn't seem to have a use. Why, not too long ago she had seen a whole bunch of people in one room simply committing stupidities and drinking alcohol. If it weren't for the fact that she left her axe, she would've put them in their place.

She desperately needed to find this river, for she didn't want to fail her superiors. As much as she hated conversing or being anywhere near other people, she had to ask where the river was. Samhain had already been looking for an hour to no avail. Swallowing her pride, she picked her bag back up and went in search of someone more orderly to ask.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] Samhain had spotted a nearby man with dark circles under his eyes leaning against an aged building. His hands were in his pockets, and he seemed to be staring at nothing at all. She cautiously approached him, making sure to scan him first to see if he had any weapons.

When she deemed him clear after a few minutes of watching him, she cleared her throat and said with an air of authority, ”You. Tell me the location of the nearest river.”

Silence pierced their surroundings. A bird faintly cawed in the distance as the man continued to stare at the ground. A few minutes later, he lifted his head, just a tiny bit, and gave Samhain a faint glance. His eyes seemed to be hollow with no glimmer or not even a hint of happiness in his features. Wrinkles lined his face, forever etched onto him like canyons upon the earth. The man then moved his head back into its original position, to some unknown point on the floor.

To say the plain truth, Samhain was a bit afraid. She had never seen that look upon someone, and certainly didn’t wish it upon anyone now. Slowly, she backed away from the man and continued on her way. Occasionally, the green-haired girl would look back at the man with a confused look on her face. He didn’t look up again.

It was now that she started to notice similarities between all the people of the town. They all seemed to have the same weary, hollow eyes the man had, but somehow it didn’t seem as severe for them. It was practically a ghost town. People floated in and out of buildings, each step seeming to drag behind. None seemed to look up, and all eyes were on some unknown point on the floor. A lot of people seemed to be at the alcohol-smelling place, which Samhain did not know the name of, and they seemed to be drinking in massive amounts.

As she approached a massive building, she saw that more people seemed to be gathering there. Occasionally, she heard murmurs of ‘The good ol’ days…’ or ‘If only it was back then…’ or even ‘I miss them, so much…’ As Samhain got closer, she saw that they were more situated around a white, marble stone. The atmosphere seemed to darken around that place, and flowers were littered in front of the stone. People simply stared at that large, marble stone with words seemingly inscribed into it.

Samhain backed away once more, needing to get away from that crowd. It wasn’t just the fact that she was anti-social, but the whole atmosphere began affecting her. With quick steps, she bounded off and didn’t look back until they were out of sight. Sighing once more, the girl put the bag down and looked at her surroundings. There was nobody in sight, and the buildings seemed to be rather empty. Relief flooded her features at that thought. These people had to be sick or there must have been some demon controlling them. She really didn’t want to think about it.

The girl took a seat on the bag, confusion evident in her face. She had no idea where to go, no one to ask, and she honestly didn’t know what to do. A strange calm came over her as she sat there, staring at the clouds above.

After what seemed like forever, a hand placed itself on her shoulder.

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Muscles tensed, and Samhain immediately sprung forward, away from the hand that had grasped her shoulder. Once free from its grasp, she turned around and gave a steely glare at the perpetrator.

A skinny, lanky teenager dressed in overalls was standing there, grinning from ear to ear. He really didn’t seem fazed at her sudden movement, but took a step back, just in case Samhain attacked. Samhain continued to glare at him, never wavering. She was waiting to see what he would do, whether he presented himself as good and orderly, or chaotic and evil. Maybe he was one of those pirates the Marines mentioned. They explained to her that they were the most evil, chaotic, unlawful beings on this earth, and they needed to be eradicated. It was sufficient to say that Samhain agreed.

Seeing that the girl in front of him wasn’t attacking, the young man said, ”What’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a town like this? You sure seem like you’re not from around here.”

Samhain blinked a few times in surprise. He sure didn’t seem like he wanted to cause her harm, but she couldn’t wouldn’t let her guard down. After a quick examination, she realized he wasn’t like the rest of the people in his town. His eyes seemed normal, if not full of happiness. He had a lopsided grin, with missing teeth, and last but not least, he seemed full of energy. His attire was rather messy, much to Samhain's dismay, but what she saw next made her completely forget about that.

Behind him was an oxen cart, complete with two oxen at the helm. They flicked their tails back and forth, waiting for the signal from their master to move forward. They seemed to fascinate Samhain, as she looked at them with wide eyes. She had seen these creatures before, in the fields of her home island, but they never seemed to be able to be tamed. They were simply so wild and majestic. It made Samhain ecstatic just looking at them.

Realizing what she was doing, Samhain blinked a few times and reverted her attention back to the young man.

He chuckled. ”You look like you’re lookin’ for somethin’, ain’t you, miss?”

Samhain blinked a few more times and nodded slowly. Finding her voice, she said, ”I need to find the nearest river.”

Grinning, he responded. ”Well, golly! I can take you there, miss.” Relief flooded through Samhain at his words. Cautiously, she approached him and picked up the laundry bag.

”Well, take me there.”

The young man climbed on the cart and sat in the front, taking the reins. ”Well, get on, miss.” Cue his gap toothed grin.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] A dumbfounded look made itself at home on Samhain’s face.

”What?”

”I said get on, miss. You want to go to the river, don’t you?”

Blinking, Samhain threw the bag onto the cart, climbing on shortly thereafter. Fruits and vegetables were piled behind Samhain. She examined each one, as most she had never seen before.

The young man looked back at her with a weird expression. Under his breath, he murmured, ”I always seem to pick up them weird ones…” With a flick of his wrist, the oxen started snorting and moving, glad to be able to move again.

Samhain almost fell over as the cart started moving. She was a bit startled, but managed to compose herself. As the ride went on, Samhain’s attention moved from the fruits to the oxen in front. She peered at them, marveling at their strength and majestic horns.

”So…” The young man continued. ”What are you doin’ here?”

Samhain stared at him. Why did he have to talk so much, and why did he want to know? She simply wanted to arrive at the river in peace and quiet, without much trouble. Was that too much to ask for?

”Why do you want to know?” Her voice had a cold edge to it. She did it subconsciously, without knowing it.

”Simply wantin’ to make conversation, miss.” An awkward silence followed.

He said miss in every sentence. It was starting to get on Samhain’s nerves. Nonetheless, she wouldn’t lash out at him because that was simply chaotic and disorderly. Speaking of disorder…

After a while, Samhain remembered that his clothes were quite messy. With that thought, her eye started to twitch. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mess that was this young man. Resisting the urge to fix his clothes, Samhain turned away and fixed her attention to the fruits and vegetables behind her once more.

Her nervous twitch, however, did not recede. Every once in a while she found herself glancing at the young man’s clothes. Her twitch was getting worse by the second, and it was becoming rather annoying.

The sound of the oxen’s hooves hitting the dirt below seemed to calm the girl’s seizing eye a little. It was then that a rapid projectile sped through Samhain’s line of vision and under the cart.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] The oxen cart lurched forward, and Samhain held onto the bag of clothes as if her life depended on it. The young man yelled in surprise, trying to calm the oxen that were veering off the path. Shards of wood littered the air, and the oxen cart creaked loudly.

The cart bucked and Samhain was thrown all over, along with the bag. She shielded her face from flying fruits and vegetables. Hey, if hit hard enough with them, your daily nutritional value can become deadly.

The cart’s front left wheel then completely broke off, along with whatever caused it to break in the first place.

Pulling hard on the reins, the young man yelled out commands to the moving oxen. They immediately stopped, causing everything on the cart to lurch forward. All of the remaining fruits and vegetables toppled over Samhain and the laundry bag. The young man jumped out of the cart and caressed the oxen so they wouldn’t run off. Samhain’s hand stuck out from under the pile of goodies. She dug herself and the bag out, then jumping out of the cart. She had to steady herself, for that encounter left her a bit dizzy.

After a minute of”What was that?”

The young man left his oxen and bent down, looking at the place where the wheel was supposed to be. ”I reckon some animal or somethin’ accidently flew into the wheel. The poor thing must’ve been crushed by the wheel and sent flying along with it.”

Frowning, Samhain pulled out one of the charms from her bag and brought it to her lips. Against the beads, Samhain whispered a soft prayer and bent down. With her hands, she dug a small hole and placed the charm inside. The prayer was done, and so she covered the hole back up with the earth and stood back up.

The young man stared at her with an odd expression. ”What was that?”

She responded. ”It’s a prayer for the creature. It did not deserve to die.”

”Hm. Good idea…” The sound of chirping and the rustling of leaves was the only thing to be heard. A while ago they had entered forest area, leaving the vicinity of the town. It seemed homier to Samhain, and she felt more at ease.

”What are we going to do now?”

The young man sighed. ”Nothin’ much we can do. The river shouldn’t be far, miss.” He pointed to the east. ”Just beyond these trees, it’s gotta be. I’ll be here, tryin’ to see if I can find somethin’ to replace the wheel. If ya need me, just call.”

Samhain’s heart fluttered with relief. At least they were close. She nodded and threw the bag over her shoulder.

So much trouble for one laundry bag.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] Sneaking through the bushes was a specialty of Samhain’s. She had spent plenty of time hunting pray to know how to move through a forest without a sound. The girl still needed practice, though. She wasn’t the best at it, especially with a gigantic bag over her shoulder.

The faint rushing of water reached her ears, and her pace sped up. Faster and faster she walked until she was practically jogging. Her white shoes were caked with mud, but at the moment, she didn’t care. She’d be able to clean them at the river anyway.

Animals of all shapes and sizes fled at Samhain’s now loud approach. An extremely faint smile could be seen on her features as she headed toward the sound of running water.

She kept on walking, and walking, and walking. Where was that river? By the time Samhain realized what was happening, it was too late. The sound of rushing water was gone, and she had no idea where she was. The sky had become a bit darker, and the sounds of the day creatures started overlapping with the ones from night.

Instead of panicking, Samhain did what she did best.

Scanning the ground, she walked by in a leisurely manner. It wasn’t the first time she had to spend the night in a forest, completely lost and alone. She picked up a thick piece of wood and put the bag of laundry down. Opening the bag, she reached in and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts.

This was breaking the rules, which made her twitch quite a bit, but nonetheless it was necessary for the others. Plus, if it came down to it, she’d make the person who it belonged to another pair. Samhain wrapped the boxers around the top of the stick and picked up two rocks. Placing the torch on the ground, she struck the two rocks together, creating a spark and lighting the make-shift torch.

Picking up the bag and the torch, she continued on her way, hoping to strike it lucky and find a river. She eventually had to run into one, for the island wasn’t very big.

At the back of her mind, she wondered what became of the young man. He might’ve been eaten by wolves, or mugged by thieves. Either way it was no concern of hers and there was nothing she could do now. She wasn’t that heartless, though. When she got out of this mess she would pray to the Earth Gods for his safe return and ask them to bless him for helping her.

Although he talked a bit too much, the green haired girl couldn’t help but be thankful towards the young man.

After a while of walking, the sound of rushing water reached her ears once more. Instead of speeding up, this time, she continued walking at a leisurely pace, making sure to keep a good eye on her surroundings. While walking through the forest at night wasn’t the best of ideas and could potentially get you killed, she had to finish this mission, and she would.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] The cruel mistress known as the forest finally gave way to a clearing. About 15 feet away from Samhain was what she had been searching for the last 24 hours.

A river. It was absolutely beautiful, with crystal clear water. Fireflies dotted the landscape, lighting their behinds and offering some form of light. Wild flowers grew everywhere available, their colors darkening as the sun went down. Fish jumped out of the water and fell back in, as if waving their hellos.

With this beautiful scenery, it was almost impossible to not be happy. Thrusting the bottom of the torch into the ground, Samhain put the bag down and took out her trinkets from her pouch. There she prayed; prayed to the gods for thanks; prayed to them for her safe journey and the help she received; prayed so that the young man could return safely to wherever he belonged.

With that, she dragged the bag over to the river, and started organizing the pieces of clothes along the bank. She color coded them and folded them neatly, starting to wash the white ones which were the dirtiest.

Hours passed, and the girl had practically rubbed her hands raw. Each piece of clothing was now crisp and clean or at least seemed clean in the darkness, and were now being neatly folded back into place inside the bag. The bag had been cleaned as well, for it was filthy from being dragged and tossed around.

With the menial work all said and done, Samhain took off her own clothes and had a nice dip in the river. The water was cool, just how she liked it.

She washed her own clothes in the river, making sure they were as clean and spotless as they originally were.

Once done, Samhain pulled her clothes back on and threw her bag up in a tree. It was too late to go off and wandering without knowing which direction she had to go in. Securing herself by grabbing one of the branches, she lifted her foot and pushed herself up onto the tree.

If at all possible, it was better not to sleep on the ground. At night there are tons of predators who would love to find prey sleeping on the ground. Most of them can’t reach the tree tops, therefore it is almost a cardinal rule when surviving that if you can, sleep in a tree. Of course, it won’t help you against any bugs and snakes, but at least those don’t eat people whole, right? Well, with the exception of the anaconda.

With certain difficulty, Samhain finally reached the top of the tree and positioned herself to be sitting on a very thick branch. The bag was in her lap, and she rested her head against the tree.

Before going to sleep, she emptied the contents of her pouch and prayed for the 5 millionth time, that day. Her father had always told her to pray when possible so the gods wouldn’t be angry.

With the thought of her father in mind, Samhain fell into a deep sleep.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] The sun had risen, and Samhain was still asleep. Unbeknownst to her, the bag of clothing that was in her lap the night before had fallen from her lap and onto the ground below.

After a little while, her form began to move. Her eyes slowly opened, still blurry from their slumber. Samhain rolled over, believing herself to be in her nice, warm bed with animal skin covers back home.

Big mistake.

As gravity took over, Samhain’s eyes opened in realization, and she grabbed at the nearest available thing; a branch. Her arms screamed in pain as they held up her body weight. Feet dangling, she steadied herself and slowly lowered from the tree.

Much to her dismay, she had found that the clothes had been littered on the ground and dirtied once more. Grumbling to herself, Samhain walked back over to the river and washed the clothes all over again.

Swiping her forehead, she took a giant gulp of water, as she had finally realized that she hadn’t drunk anything since yesterday morning.

With that, she set off to find the next most important thing; food. The fish inside of the river would be too difficult and time consuming to catch with just nothing but her bare hands. The next best thing would be to find edible berries. They wouldn’t sustain her for long, but they were better than nothing.

She walked through the underbrush, the beautiful river disappearing behind her. Samhain made sure to keep the bag from dragging on the floor, for it would get dirty again if that were to happen.

Samhain assumed that the plants should be similar to the ones on her island. The Marines had told her that this island and hers were rather close together, which seemed odd since she had been drifting for quite a while. Still, she could recognize most of the plants around her, except for some select few.

A bush she could recognize was about five feet away from her, and when she saw it, she knew she had struck it lucky. This bush grew almost everywhere on her island, and had the most delicious berries.

Quickly, she picked tons of berries off of the bush, ate half, and put the rest in her pouch. That would serve her well. Samhain then continued on her way, anxious to get back.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] It had been an awful long time since Samhain had seen any signs of life, and in the survival book, that’s not a good thing. The only living things she had seen were the plants, and even they looked like they were dying. Dark clouds formed overhead, and Samhain cursed under her breath, believing she had jinxed herself yesterday for saying it was a nice day, which didn’t seem like it fit the ‘ghost town’ she had been in.

She hurried her pace, looking behind her every once in a while to see if someone was following. The occasional twig and branch broke, and Samhain was certain that it wasn’t she.

Her muscles tensed as she walked, ready to jump whoever it was that kept following her, if it was anyone at all. Narrowing her eyes, she took a sharp left. The noise seemed to follow her. She took another sharp left and then two rights, ending up where she had been before.

The noises still followed her. There was no doubt about it now. Someone was following her. She sped up her pace, breaking into a brisk walk. The noises behind her seemed to be going faster as well.

As soon as she sped up, Samhain came into another clearing. Mist encircled the whole area, making her unable to see anything after 10 feet. Quickly, she stepped into the mist, hoping the person would follow. Crouching, she moved slowly, one hand on the floor, and the other holding the bag. Her eyes scanned all of her surroundings, waiting to hear the footsteps that had been following her for the past hour.

Just as she had suspected, someone was practically jogging into her line of vision, probably anxious to catch up with her. As quick as a snake, Samhain struck.

She grabbed the person’s neck and hissed, ”Who are you and why are you following me?”

All of the person’s tension seemed to fade away. Samhain was confused. Why were they relaxing?

She heard a faint, shaky laugh, and the person said, ”I guess the tables are turnin’, eh? Please calm yourself, miss. It’s only me; the person who tried to lead you to the river, miss.”

Even if he hadn’t said that, Samhain would have recognized him by the amount of times he said ‘miss’. It was annoying in the least, but it didn’t matter anymore. Now, hopefully, they’d be able to get back.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] Letting go of his neck, Samhain took a step back. In all honesty, she didn’t want to travel with him anymore. She still hated being near others, and this man still blabbered on and on like a fool. Nonetheless, it was necessary to get back to the Marine base, which was of utmost importance.

”Let’s go.” She said, not bothering to ask what had happened to him. She didn’t even look at him, for she knew he had to be disheveled, and that would just get her eyes twitching. Although, Samhain did wonder what had happened to the two majestic creatures that had been with him.

It seemed her answer would soon be found out. ”Miss, I was worried ‘bout you. I couldn’t get the wheel to work again, so I let my cows free, miss. They know the way, so I ain’t worried ‘bout them. I went lookin’ for you since you hadn’t come back in a long-“ With that, he tripped over something, most likely himself.

Upon closer inspection it was revealed that the offending object was not his own two feet, but a tombstone.

”We must be in a graveyard.” She said.

Picking himself off the ground with a pained smile on his face, he said, ”Ain’t nothin’ but the Centaurea cemetery, miss. I don’t know much about it, since I just moved here, but some say it’s huge.”

”Is it close to the town?”

”Yessum, miss.” With that, the two set off to find the town. It was rather difficult, seeing as there was mist everywhere, and every 10 meters the young man seemed to trip over a cementary.

Samhain was a bit nervous, although she didn’t show it. Walking on the land of the dead were grounds for curses, traps, and all sorts of evil things. When she got out of here, she’d have to cleanse herself with a ritual. She especially didn’t like the arrangement of the tombstones. They were placed haphazardly, with no sense of order. It caused her eye to twitch once more, this time more fiercely since she was irritated and wanted to get back. She had enough of this chore.

The ground seemed to sink in on some spots, which made for a very interesting attempt at crossing the cemetery. The young man was directly in front of her, trying to find the way towards the town. She kept him at close range so they wouldn’t lose each other and she wouldn’t be left here to be eaten by the demonic spirits and ghouls that lurked in places like these. Samhain pulled a charm out of her bag, quietly chanting incantations to protect them.

This was going to be a long walk.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] Time had passed, and it seemed that the mist was clearing. Birds could be heard chirping again, and the warmth of the sun seemed to reach Samhain’s skin. The ground below was still cold and damp, and the young man still seemed to be tripping over things. He would occasionally curse under his breath and mutter about his lost fruits and vegetables, but other than that, he seemed to have learned that Samhain didn’t want to talk.

Samhain’s eye was still twitching fiercely, and the young man occasionally looked back at her with an expression that said, ‘Help me before this bitch explodes and kills my sorry ass!’ There was no way Samhain was going to explode. It was unbecoming of the chosen one, and it was chaotic and disorderly, two things she obviously hated.

Building started to materialize out of the mists, and fresher flowers were seen among the graves. Before they had only seen wilted, crushed flowers, and that had made Samhain rather nervous. The building seemed mostly run down, meaning this was the bad part of the town, or the abandoned part. It seemed the latter, as there was no one inside. Now that she thought of it, the people were probably inside, staring at the floor with their hollow eyes.

The thought saddened her a bit, but she kept on following the young man as there was nothing she could do. Their lives must have been filled with chaos and disorder for them to do as they do.

Sighing, Samhain continued to put one step in front of the other. She was almost there. Almost there. It wouldn’t be long before she finally reached the Marine base and completed her mission.

”Miss, we’re almost there.”

”Good to know.” Their pace sped up as the mist was cleared completely. The daylight shone brightly, and it almost blinded Samhain. The warmth seeped into her skin, causing her to sigh happily. The young man glanced back at her, and she straightened her back and became stiff once more.

Almost. There. Just. A little. Longer.

It seemed destiny really liked to toy with Samhain, for the walk seemed to take forever. Now that they were free from the cursed place, in order to take up some time, Samhain started placing blessings over herself with the charms in her pouch.

The young man seemed used to everything Samhain did, by now. All her odd doings didn’t seem to faze him in any way, and he just kept walking.

There. There. Right there.

They had arrived.

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[style= width:400px; font-size:9px; letter-spacing:0px; line-height:10px; text-align:justify;] ”Miss, we’re here.”

Samhain was brimming with happiness, although she didn’t show it. She sighed in complete relief, and reached into her pouch.

”I commend you for all you have done. The Gods shall always be with you, even after your death.” Samhain placed a valuable charm into the young man’s hand, murmuring blessings under her breath. He continued to stare at her oddly, confused as to what she was doing.

”Okay… I guess you’re leavin’ now. Come back soon, miss. I’ll be sure to bring ya some fresh fruits and vegetables.

Finished with her incantations, she nodded and gave her thanks. The two parted ways, and Samhain went on her merry way. In fact, she was so happy that she paid no mind to the people with the hollow eyes. It was like there was a ray of sunshine among hundreds of dark storm clouds.

It was absolutely perfect. The clothes had been completely cleaned, as had the bag. While Samhain wasn’t the cleanest after her trek through the cemetery, she wasn’t too untidy. Finally, she was back where she needed to be.

The Marine base loomed over her, not at all welcoming. Did she care? No, not really. She had fulfilled the mission her superiors gave her, and she was glad for that.

Samhain walked in through the double doors and into the reception area. The receptionist waved at her, and Samhain nodded back. The girl went through a few corridors and steel doors, looking for the right one.

A blue door was at her left, and she reached for the handle. Opening it, she came upon a gigantic group of people. These were the supposed barracks, where most slept. The moment Samhain opened the door, they jumped on her.

How she wanted to slice them all. She hated crowds, but luckily, once she had given the laundry, she wouldn’t have to deal with them for the time being.

They all grabbed at the bag, and Samhain let them have it with one steely glare. She had to go through a lot for that one bag. She didn’t like that they tossed the clothes all over the place howling like monkeys. Her eye started to twitch

’Untidy bastards...’ She thought while sighing.’At least I’m done…’

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