The Zeppelin | WAR |
You awaken to the sound of sirens blaring, the faint smell of burning fabric had made itself apparent as cinders danced through the hallways. Commands were announced over the intercom, the scrambling of boots on steel had introduced itself to the cacophony of sounds, it was chaos incarnate, and if you wished to survive, sitting in bed wouldn't do you any good.
Created Jul 10, 2025
Updated Jan 27
Published Jul 12, 2025
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