Blood, blood, blood & ash, smoke, fire, burning metal, blood, burning meat.
Burning meat of sentient creatures.
Sentient.
No.
Terrans.
No no.
Mama? Papa? Dasha? Ranja? Cooking flesh?
Can't breath. Smoke, heat, fire, ash in my lounge, smoke in my eyes, Mama help please!? Papa? Help! I'm hurt! I'm to week.
I'm hurt.
My arm hurts.
I can't move it, it's wet. I can't move, I'm stUck. Stuck, it's so hot. I'm tired. Is that blood, is that my blood...?
Mama? Papa? Dasha?! RANJA! PLEASE HELP ME!? WHEre are YOU? My eyes hurt. Need to see... Eyes... SEE... no...no...no...NOOO!
_________!!!"
Kira pushed her body up from the madres, she screamed in tears, pain & terror, her wounds ached, the blood in the bandages was fresh.
"Why... why... why... Why again?"
She puked.
