Revenge Tastes Like Honey

the world is burning. you only see the flicker of flames going out and smoke rising to cover the sky; you can only hear your shaky fragile breaths and a ringing in your ears. the people fighting alongside you turn away from the remains of their enemy and instead turn to face you. you take a step forward. then another. you can only seem to see them for a second in between each step, as you stumble towards your friends you start to hear the world around you, screaming, crying, fire. you start to taste, blood, sweat and dirt. the more you get your senses back the clearer the image of this burning world becomes, the better you see your friends, the easier you can tell they're not looking at you with joy and relief, and the more evident it is that they're running past you not towards you, the more distinctly you can hear the screaming coming from the direction they're rushing towards, the easier you can turn to look, and the sooner you collapse.