Burning. Lungs on fire. Need air. Air!
Bright light. Gasp for air.
Voices. Yelling? Too loud. Stop yelling.
Darkness. Cold, unfeeling, harsh darkness.
Warmth. Breathing. Eyes are closed. Open them.
Wake up, soldiers.
Light. Fuzzy figures. garbled words. Confusion.
Hybernation. Hypersleep. Earth. Soldiers.
Darkness. Waiting, not sleeping, waiting. Too long. Waiting for far too long.
A crash, an explosion. Screaming. Stop screaming. Shut up. Move. Run. Fire. Screaming. I’m not screaming, they are. Where did they go?
Oh. Oh god. They’re dead. All of them. Shit.
Ms. Bitters had followed her students through each year of their