Watching those bodies follow after Rician, I felt like the lunatic needed to shut his fucking mouth. He was the one still alive. He wasn't shot, killed, controlled, or tethered to the will of a madman. His body wasn't desecrated and leaving a trail of waste behind him.

I was having a case of déjà vu strong enough to make me dizzy. My arms felt raw, like they were covered in rope burn. I wanted to scream.

Somebody's dragging me around, too. I'm tired of waking up in your nightmares.