By J.J. Macke

There she is, the girl from my vision.

It is dark, and finding her was difficult amid the clutter and bodies, yet there she is. I cringe at the replayed scene of a well-used needle pushed into her retreating arm. This time is different though. It is now, and the needle is propelled, not by her hand, but by that of a man twice her age and size, and he does so just in time to deliver the dose without spilling.
Can I still save her?
Yes, the Voice says. You can. That is why you are here.
The flesh is that of a child-woman in her late teens. I hear her cry out at first, but Continue reading
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