Distortion

[Wesker]

Apartment B-19-5 Planet Manhattan, New York
05/20/827 AS, 09:00

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"CHIEF, ON YOUR LEFT THERE'S ANOTHER...."

The wingman's voice was cut off by the sound of antimatter rounds ripping through the hull of the guardian. The squadron was outnumbered from the start, but Kidman thought they could fend off the enemies. Unfortunately, though, she was wrong. Wingman went down after wingman until those dreaded sounds hit the hull, and just a few seconds afterward she found herself pacing in bed.

Hey, nightmare? Said Carlos as he rolled over and put one hand on her shoulder.

Yea, same one... Fuck this cold turkey shit. Kidman was coming off painkillers after a few fatal underway trips. The run-ins were with a new band of mercenaries called the "Reavers" that left the young Chief exhausted and stressed to her very limit. Unfortunately, though, susceptible endorphins didn't help take the edge off the stress in the long term. Kidman knew she had a problem, and part of the reason she chose to date Carlos was that he was willing to listen and help her out.

That help wasn't always easy to deliver, but tonight seemed a bit better compared to some other nightmares.

Come here, try and relax. Carlos said cuddling up closer to the struggling Kidman.

I think retirement doesn't sound so bad.

You've come clean for the past four weeks, I honestly think this is the last of it. Give it a chance.

I hope you're right.