The mess hall was silent, which was probably a good thing. She didn’t know if she’d be able to hold back the fury that had been building up beneath her skin over the past few days. Everything just grated on her nerves, the constant complaints of the ground team, the way her gun jammed after she had hit the husk a little to hard and had quite literally fallen to pieces in her hand.

Gods. She was trying to find a way to unwind, but so far nothing she had tried seemed to work. In her mind her thoughts felt razor sharp, and she was more than ready to lash out at the next unfortunate soul that passed by her. Clenching her fists she sat down in one of the mess hall chairs and glared at the wall. At least it wouldn’t care if she told it to fuck off.

                                     "Fuck life.“