Literature
Love On Duty: Refugee Camp
Chapter 3: Refugee Camp
Sakumo returned his blade to his back as he surveyed the area. It was the third convoy his squad had run into on the way to the refugee camp, pushing them back by at least a half a day.
'Just a little bit further. I can already smell them,' he thought, taking a slow deep breath in, tasting the air with his heightened senses.
"I'm starving, lets hurry it on up to this damn camp," groaned Hashimoto Teijo as he walked up behind Sakumo. He'd been cranky all day after they had tossed their pillows at him the other night for trying to wank off.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a bath either." Said Isao Hitoshi; wiping the blood sp