SIX IS NOT A PRETTY NUMBER - Return/Joining

WHEN I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
KNOW WHAT I SEE?
THE ANIMAL IN ME!

Her staggering form trudged past the border, fresh wounds seeping that strange mix of blood and orange liquid as she walked. Memories flashed in her head, when she was young and scared and joined this group of silence. Her breath was ragged, shallow.

Tears found their way from her eyes, a terrible feeling of grief in her heart. Everyone she knew was gone, she'd bet. She was a walking dead beast when everyone she loved or knew was either dead or had forgotten about her or left.

Her head shook with violent abandon, a terrible snarl leaving her throat, gutteral and angry. White and blue flames swirled from her teeth, and electricity jolted about her.

"SPEECH"

— Reggan