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Purple-Slime

John pov

Home sweet home I though nervously. We landed and I went to the showers the scalding hot water unknotting my muscle and the warm moist air increases my fatigue. I lathered my body up with some old spice swagger body wash and shampoo. I silently relished the moment as the sweat, blood, and grime, disappeared from my body almost cleansing me.

Stepping out of the shower I felt renewed yet completely exhausted. I groaned slightly not even bothering to put on a shirt I slipped into my blue denim jeans and made my way to the bunks. I slowly collapsed into my bed and I didn't have to wait long enough until sleep claimed me. I drifted into a calm peaceful blackness known as sleep.

I awoke groggily and looking down at my watch I mentally berated myself it was almost one 'o' clock in the evening. I scrambled out of bed and threw a shirt on practically sprinting to the dining hall as my stomach protested angrily at he lack of food. I grabbed a plate and after having been seated on the cool steel bench.

I scarfed down four chicken sandwiches, a pizza slice, a lot of green beans, and a apple. I literally haven't eaten in like a week and I stuffed myself hurriedly like an animal. Afterwards I went to the library and decided on reading a book called along came a spider about a NYPD detective whose wife had been murdered and was Hunting down a serial killer. I put my earbuds in and began to listen to best of you by foot fighters. I spent about an hour and a half listening to music and reading.