Audrey’s heart was thumping, her hands shaking. Body parts of her teammates were strewn on the ground. She wanted to scream, but nothing would come out. Instead, the vast crowd continued to cheer.
The bloodied, hole-laden Gargantuan lay motionless on the ground, its immense body still memorizing.
A pale, sullen Timothy soaked up the crowd’s adulation.
She pressed her joystick forward unthinkingly and began the journey back to base. No words passed them.
The corridors were still full of people carrying the Fianna emblem. Their smiles disappeared on seeing her.
She went straight to her room and locked the even though she sensed a gathering was expected. The shower was turned on, and she undressed.
The water flowed over her body, cleansing it of the small pieces of flesh jung on,
She held her hands up to her eyes and cried uncontrollably, so hard at times that she struggled to breathe.
Memories of those lost flooded her mind. Jack’s smile, gossiping with the girls, and even Olsen teasing her about Timothy. Then, older memories of all the girl’s that died at the convent. Harriet’s screams as one of the sister’s beat her one too many times.
You can do this Audrey. You’ve been through too much to just give up.
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