I awoke frozen. The only thing I could move was my right pinky. Slowly I curled it and in front of me was a flame with a face. It hissed at me and proceeded to enter my body through my chest. I arched up on my back and nearly fell from my bed. Still paralyzed I attempted to yell for help only to have an empty whisper escape my mouth.
That's when Rob appeared and like a rubber band pulled to full tension I snapped back up and exhaled 8 oz of stomach acid.
The radio blasted Yankee Doodle and we finally decided it was time to continue on the trip.
Man, Fort Kearney was fucked up.
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What happened at Fort Kearney stays at Fort Kearney.
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