CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Sam walked, weary from the fight with Amin. She walked in a place she’d never been before and the night sky had long since disappeared. Opticon had been silent for hours now as well. She found a bench and plopped down in it. Her tired body was at its limit. Monster or no, it was time for a nap. She lay down on the bench.
The bottom of her legs hung off the edge. It was about the same as a prison cot she had been used to. Since wearing the weapon, every time she had been knocked out or went to sleep, she suffered nightmares; memories of nightmares, anyway.
She was hungry, tired, and beaten down. She closed her eyes. Nightmares be damned. Sleep came easy and she drifted off, back to the memories of the unknown history of the world. She heard a sound in the black. The s
