Brita was in and out of consciousness for hours that felt like days. Each time she woke, her heart exploded in fear. Her eyes fluttered open, stung by the sunlight. She blinked, taking in the men wearing green uniforms. They were evil men—she just knew. She didn’t have time for the agonizing migraines that usually came with recognition. Her legs were numb but quickly limbered up as adrenaline pumped through her.
Her frantic attempts were surprisingly effective. She usually ended up pushing against one of the soldier’s throats. But just when it seemed like she was going to be able to escape them, she was jolted out of reality as quickly as she’d entered it.
Her unconscious state wasn’t any more relaxing. She was restless, with vague dreams that involved fighting unseen enemies. She was al
