Starglow Basin We don't wanna go home

She’d never faced death before this.  Her loved ones had only ever disappeared, never died.  And while she’d been fucked up before, this was different.  She could still feel the teeth in her neck every time she turned.

Panic, agony, hatred, fear.  It all pounded in her like a drum.  It took her a moment to even realize he’d spoken.  Another to sort out the meaning of the words.  Don’t stay.

Of course.  She was a pathetic excuse for a soldier and he’d replaced them a few times over now.  Right?  She could go.  She didn’t have to die here with them, or stick around to remember all the dreams she’d dreamt that now lay shattered.  Stupid, naive dreams that never had a chance in hell anyway.  Who the fuck did she think she was?!

She was still shaking, and her breathing was shallow as she fought for control.  Todos estamos muertos.  She finally managed to respond, and there was naked fear behind the words.

Lo siento  She added, quieter.  He was already just as dead as she and Niño.  She hadn’t needed to say it.  And despite her fear, despite everything, she knew she couldn’t leave.  At least here she maybe mattered.  Maybe she was crazy, but being dead was better than being nobody at all.  Especially when being nobody meant being alone.