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A horrible odor overwhelmed Palms as he slowly opened his eyes and stirred into conciousness. He glanced around at the massed corpses. Was the battle over? How long had he been unconcious? The last thing Palms remembered, his trigger broke off and a mudoken had come at him with a big club. Suddenly a jolt of pain came from the top of his skull. The pain ran threw his spine. He tried to feel it and estimate the damage, but the pain was to severe to probe it with his hand. Already the pain was begining to become to much to bare. The outer circle of his vison began to darken. Palms knew he needed medical attention immediatly if he was going to survive. Slowly, he pulled himself to standing posistion. His pants still worked. That was a plus. Slowly Palms walked towards a newely resurected barracks. It wasn't there before, and he didn't even know who owned it. All he cared about was the chance he could recieve medical treatment there. The instinct of survival was the only thing that kept Palms pressing on towards the barracks. He soon reached a small pavillion. By the smell of rot that came from it, he assumed it was some sort of medical facility. Palms stumbled in clumsely and collapsed in an exhausted heap.
"Treatment, I need treatment," was all he managed to say. Weariness enveloped him, though he remained concious.
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