Jeremy
“I need coffee,” I said, stumbling toward the trailer.
“Me too,” Harley seconded.
“Get a pot started, then let's meet out in the tent,” Eli said. He was carrying that nasty bull's head by one horn. He used his other hand to scrub his face. “I don’t even know how the hell to debrief from this.”
“You got it boss,” I said. Everyone looked like they had taken a severe beating over the last three nights, but weirdly, I was feeling pretty good. I don’t know, putting on the animal's head and having that surreal dream-vision of the past had left me feeling kind of high. Like, I was ready to go for another round.
I had a superpower after all.
Unless it was just the mask.
Still, it had been a pretty exhilarating experience. Gruesome for sure, and sad, yet somehow illuminating.
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