Lizanne staggered amidst the carnage she had created, all but a few dregs of product in her veins as she scanned for more targets, finding only dead and dying. She sagged, relief and exhaustion mingling to bring forth an unusual and unfamiliar sound from her throat. It took a moment’s puzzled reflection to recognise it as a sob. How many years since that happened? she wondered, thumbing a tear from her eye as the sob turned into a rueful laugh.
