My vision starts to black out, and then I am holding out to something, anything, for just a little support. I find nothing of the sort. Instead, I am falling. No. No.

to my forever day one

The blood is everywhere, reeking of death. It trails to that door one drop, one drag at time.

A dark YA fantasy with something even better than gore. Descriptive gore.

All parts to developing a memorable lead.

All of us soldiers are the same, unique traits and personalities rendered irrelevant in the face of war. Every step, every turn, was freakishly accurate. Because that’s what we were trained to do.