The Echo Chamber VIII

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The rules are here.

407-6x:  Dragooned into a zombie militia, I labor mindlessly in a frigid dungeon alongside a hundred other doughy-faced minions beneath flickering corpse-light, despondent, and drained of all conscious thoughts, save one:  Coffee–I must have coffee.  Arrgh.

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