"Nooo..." Stacia's voice comes out in a thin moan. She stirs as Saturday loosens the net one arm half-pinned awkwardly beneath her. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!"

Her eyes snap open as soon as the net is pulled away, filled with a wild fury, and her mind echoes with screams: those she's heard with her ears, those she's heard inside her head, and those she's only ever had nightmares about.

Kill them. Kill them all, kill them kill them--

She snarls and tries to shove herself upright, only to immediately topple over again due to the awkward angle. Her eyes widen as her Rage clears enough for her to see what's coming.

"Behind you!"