Thunder crashed through her skull.
Lava. Molten hot lava flowed through every vein.
Bullets pattered around the streets as mundane as rain.
No. Not bullets.
It was like chattering gun fire, but it wasn't.
She wasn't wearing camouflage. Not anymore.
These weren't her friends, her comrades.
But it was a warzone.
It must be.
But who were the enemy.
She wasn't sure anymore.
She felt the hatred running through her, burning and soothing somehow at the same time.
But she didn't know who she hated.
Them?
Us?
Me?
Everyone?
There was no coherence.
She couldn't string more than half a thought together before stuttering onto the next.
Nothing was ever answered.
Her head was a sea of questions without question marks.
And her body, her body wasn't her own anymore.
It was there. It
