Tracy's POV
I drove my fists through the board aggressively and it broke into splinters, I let out a low grunt under my breath.
“Easy there Tracy,” Kyle remarked.
Survivor's guilt has been clawing against my chest for the longest time. Each time I came here to train, images of her vibrant face flashed through my mind.
“I want to be ready, so that the next time I see one of those… vermin's, I'll be able to kill them with my bare hands,” I said in a low dangerous tone.
Kyle stared at me like I was saying something absolutely crazy.
“Stop. Don't give me that look,” I shook my head. “You know very well the evil those animals have done.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “No, of course not, I'm not judging you. Your motivations are justified. I just can't help but wonder if they're making
