Devil's Fire
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My name is Samantha Carter. I'm a Marine. Or, at least, I was. Then my Squad's plane was shot out of the sky. I am the only one who survived. Now I'm taking psychiatric therapy, because I have PTSD. But there's something strange going on inside my head. I feel like... everything that's happening to me... has happened before. It's not deja vu. It feels different, like... my sense of reality has been taken away from me...
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