That's not Wren, not anymore.
We all die in different ways, but... they were so much younger than us, still kid, not even twenty, I'm sure. They fought on the front lines until a grenade blew half their head off, maybe even the whole thing I wasn't there. It's truly sad you know. When Ash returned, they... Was a different person. This medic is fucking creepy. Some faces were replaced by gas masks, but Ash had that bird mask, what was his name... The Plague Doctor. They didn't speak, didn't eat, and looked through people as if we weren't even there. All Ash could do was rasp and squeal like a seagull, especially at night. This is fucking terrifying, it sends shivers down my spine and even knowing it's my fellow soldier doesn't make it any less scary. Soon they were transferred to the medics. The lieutenant decided that Ash was better suited for this role. He might be right. Wren helped the wounded more than fought. After that, they were sent to work with the nurses.
But my suffering wasn't over there. One night I heard a gunshot – not outside, but right next to me. Of course, I leaped up, went to grab revolver, but it was gone. Ash shot himself. I don't know if despair drove them or something else, they knew perfectly well. We have been granted eternal life.
Ash awoke with a scream. They shrieked and shrieked, bellowing until vocal cords snapped and they began to cough up blood. I feared the stitches wouldn’t hold and they jaw would snap off. I wouldn't have thought a human could make a scream like that. I suppose that was a turning point, as Ash made no sounds after that. Apart from a rasp and a screech, similar to a seagull or a hawk. I was given a new roommate, and from that time on, I've only seen them in the dining hall and the reserve. Wren has really fallen apart. Their hair has grown down to the floor; they could probably hang himself with it. But what truly terrifies me about the current Ash are eyes. So many emotions are visible in these eyes, all that face cannot show. All the words they cannot say. The fear, despair, pain, and the wish to be done with it all. The realization that there is no way out.
There is no way out anymore.
The way they drags bodies, holding them by the guts like a rope, unable to show any emotion... This is the most fucked up shit I've ever seen.
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