"... Yes, Puck, I'm aware I need supplies. Shut up."

".... Streets are too loud this morning."

She remembers the scream, the smell of blood exerting her nose and mouth. She can't remember if the scream is hers or her comrades, slain one by one, the hellfire entering her nostrils before the metallic taste of rust does. She's clawing, dragging herself until she can't anymore, gasps cough-