It had been close to a week and a half since we departed from Alexandria. The ships crew was split in emotions. One half of the crew had been partying their asses off due to all the money and loot they made, while the other half had fallen into serious depression and a few developed PTSD over a multitude of things. Some of the men would start to scream if they heard the ships hydraulics or see any red lights as the mental image of the Deimos killing their friends took over their vision, while others could no longer eat meats and such as it reminded them of their friends getting ripped in half and devoured by the swarm.
I however, was having a grand time. "Dont stop baby, I'm about to finish." I said as I clumped up the red hair in front of me. Kathrine picked up the pace as her eyes became greedy.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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