Babies make your dreams (almost) real (OTA)
Kyla's lungs burned and her thighs ached as she ran through the rubble that was once a stadium for a sports team. It was dark out, midnight, but she had to keep running, or die. She closed her eyes for a moment and she saw an image she was sure would forever be burned into her memory. Kyla. Run! Leoben had pushed her out of the way before a barrage of bullets riddled him in the back. As she looked back, her legs already moving her forward before her mind could catch up with her, she had seen him fall to the ground, dead.
So now she ran. She was aware of the hot tears on her face, but she had to get the intel back to the Resistance. It was important. It could change the course of the war.
She turned the corner and was blocked by debris. Trapped, she heard the metallic footsteps of the Terminator draw closer until she saw its red eyes. She raised her sidearm --
Kyle woke up in a start, raising her gun and squeezing off three rounds into the door frame at head-level. It took her a moment to realize she was sitting at the desk at Rangeman and she had just shot at the front door. It had been a dream. A very vivid dream. So vivid her lungs still burned a little.
So now she ran. She was aware of the hot tears on her face, but she had to get the intel back to the Resistance. It was important. It could change the course of the war.
She turned the corner and was blocked by debris. Trapped, she heard the metallic footsteps of the Terminator draw closer until she saw its red eyes. She raised her sidearm --
Kyle woke up in a start, raising her gun and squeezing off three rounds into the door frame at head-level. It took her a moment to realize she was sitting at the desk at Rangeman and she had just shot at the front door. It had been a dream. A very vivid dream. So vivid her lungs still burned a little.