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Dee didn't sleep long. Nightmares of gunfire kept her sleep light and unrestful. Jolted from slumber for the last time by a dream filled with explosions and decapitation, she stopped trying. Instead, she stared into the darkness, blinking away the fading images of horror that clung like cobwebs. The more she batted at them in a silent war to erase them from her mind, the tighter they wove into a tangled mess until there was nowhere she could look she didn't see some horror.
But what if the nightmare had been the last couple of months? Maybe, she'd finally woken. Maybe this darkness was the spawn of a new life where the pain of vague memories could no longer hurt her.
The room was silent. Still enough, she latched onto this thought, allowed it to spin, to grow to belief. The chaos and
