DILLON
I open my eyes and squint at the rays of sunshine that pierce them, violent flashbacks of the previous night flooding my mind.
Pain courses through me as I sit up, my naked body covered in patches of dry blood. The smell of soil and blood pierces my nose and the memory of last night becomes even more vivid. I fought Michael against my will and he fought me back until the drums stopped. I stand up and walk around the field. Bodies lay on the ground unconscious, a few of them lifeless. One by one, the unconscious individuals gain consciousness as the sun moves across the field, each one looking around perhaps for their loved ones. A female omega lets out a wail as she cradles a young girl, willing her to gain consciousness. The scene moves me with pity and I look away, sad that I c
