Waking up with the sense that today is the same as every other day. My clothes lie where they were left out last night, ready for the morning. A short sleeved beige shirt ironed open at the collar and creases down the sleeves that could be used to shave with. This gets tucked into my pair of khaki trousers, a crease straight down the front of the leg. The uniform is finished of with a fabric belt coloured red, Blue and yellow which goes around my waist and the shiniest black oxford shoes.


    Living down the road from the local barracks is pretty handy. Being able to walk to my job as a medic in the medical centre there makes life a lot easier. After kissing my wife goodbye and grabbing a nutri-grain bar from the cupboard I head out the house. It isn''t far to camp, only a fifteen minute walk but taking a different route each day for safety can cause delays. Today my path heads left and up past the officers estate. It''s a nice estate and my morning greetings are answered readily. Everyone nearby is military or married to military. It creates a close knit community.


    As I''m passing some roadworks, that have been there since before posting here, a chill creeps over me. My gaze sweeps the area to and fro, unable to place my feeling of unease. My head throbs suddenly and my eyes blur, something runs across my vision. My focus zones in on it and quickly realise it''s scrolling text!


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    As soon as the notice registers, it disappears but the countdown moves to the corner of my vision. A cacophony of noise shatters my stunned mind. Dogs howl, cats hiss and insects start to swarm. A sharp pain registers on my arm as an insect bites me. SMACK! My other hand lands on it, no effort of avoidance made by the little shit. A red 1


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