"Get up" His voice cut the air behind me "Dammit Darcy, get on your feet and pull yourself together" I stood, my knees wobbling from the effort, all I could see was her body, convulsing mid-air before she fell. My fault, it was my fault. But he was right, I had to hold it together, I had to go out there and gather up the survivors. This was my idea. It was a bad one but it was mine.