Soul Rotten
Day 135
Samuel has been quiet for the past three days. He doesn't respond to his name anymore. He has barely been eating. Sweating in his sleep, murmuring and twisting in his tent on the nights. I should have not taken him with us. I should have left him with the Major. The boy has not even reached his thirtieth birthday. I do not want his death on my hands.
Basic Information
Anatomy
Ecology and Habitats
Dietary Needs and Habits
Day 148
He can barely sit in his saddle now. We have been feeding him light stew but he has been throwing even that much back up. Nadzieja said she saw blood in his vomit last night. He is loosing weight. Can barely lift his crossbow. At this point... having him with us is a liability. But I can't bring myself to take him away. I sang to him during my watch. Stroked his head as he slept. Maybe I am delusional. Or maybe there is hope still.
Additional Information
Geographic Origin and Distribution
Average Intelligence
Perception and Sensory Capabilities
Day 159
He was too far gone. I tried, by the Mother, I really did. But it was more cruel to keep him alive. He wept and wailed, having to be dragged along on a stretcher. He could not eat, he stopped sleeping all together. Those gorgeous black locks of his falling out in clumps. I buried him away from the camp, on a hill. I marked the grave, and took his badge. I will send it back to his uncle next time we reach civilisation.
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