But looking at her shattered form, flames burning bright, monsters swarming the neighbourhood and strewn corpses motionless on the floor, I realise that I cannot run away from the truth.
They really are dead.
But no, this doesn’t make sense. I’m awake inside a dream. That’s right. All I have to do is pinch my arm and I’ll open my eyes to see my crusty ceiling, and not those skies that’s starting to turn an unnatural shade of neon red.
And not the growing golden circle hovering above my head..
It swallows and closes up around my curled body, shaping into a bubble, and floats me away from the flames and fading memories, even as I protest, even as I kick and yell and try to grab hold of Sydney’s pale yet bloody face—