West City, Female Military Bunks, Floors 6-5.

January 15th, 1914, 5:24 AM

'Wrath at 5 AM'

Warrant Officer Wilson's morning on Friday, January 15th, began with a loud shriek from the room below hers at 5:24 a.m.

As Warrant Officer Wilson cracked her sleepy eyes open, from deep within her soul, the fiery demons from the inner depth of hell awoke. She was angry enough to make Satan himself flinch in fear.

She jumped out of bed and slammed her room door open. The resulting bang woke up everyone else in the women's bunks, especially those who weren't awoken by the scream just minutes before.

Her footsteps thunked loudly underneath her on the stairs, and soon, she approached the culprit's room's door.

Using one hand, she nearly punched the door open. Inside the room, everyone went silent as the door quietly creaked open.

Private Elizabeth Gregory and the unranked Ms. Annabelle Quincy dropped the alarm clocks they were readying to toss at each other. Private Lucy Franklin paused in her tirade of screeches, as the three women slowly turned around in terror.

Even though Warrant Officer Wilson was clutching a fluffy white pillow like a stuffed animal, and her hair was tousled with sleep, and her eye-circles were black beneath her bottom lid, and her feminine, pink-and-white striped pyjamas hung loosely and wrinkled off her frame, she was the image of wrath incarnate.

Her eyes were contorted with a tired lividness that any human being should fear, lest they become the target of her rage.

The three women's eyes grew wider, and their pupils shrank, as Warrant Officer Wilson's eyebrows sank lower and lower, and her mouth twisted into a scowl worthy to compete with a gargoyle's.

She opened her mouth, and began to speak.

Later that day, Gregory, Quincy, and Franklin's commanding officers remarked on their odd behaviour.

"Is something all right, Private Gregory, Private Franklin, Ms. Quincy?" asked Corporal John Langley. The women jerked around instantaneously, and their traumatized expression (complete with open, gaping mouths, and near-tears on Ms. Quincy's part) silenced him.