Chapter 35 Tristan
- Tristan
- The car jolts, and my eyes flutter open, but the distant sound of explosions does not leave my ears, nor does the smell of grenades. I close my eyes and attempt to sleep again. The sleep I have just awakened from is wrought with bloodied corpses, so I try for another—a more peaceful one without my demons. Unsurprisingly, I fail.
- I need a drink.