Zinnia
"Psst! Zinnia. Can you hear me?" I hear a voice in my subconscious. Perhaps I'm dreaming. Or, I'd finally crossed the line between life and the afterlife. No, the paralysing pain I felt was too real.
"Psst, Zinnia. Wake up! We need to leave now," I heard the voice again, this time, more clearly. Slowly, I open my eyes, which feel heavy. The first thing I see is a strange room.
I close them again, too tired and worn out to keep them open. The voice speaks again, this time, poking me in the side. I flinch and opened my eyes again, but they threatened to close again.
"Dammit Zinnia! Wake up! We need to leave now," when I opened my eyes, an alien figure hovered above me. Her dishevelled oxblood-dyed hair looked faded. A bluish-dark colour tinted her left eye. Red marks darted her e
