Lili Williams was in the middle of a nightmare.
The streets of Kingman were empty, lit only by the light of streetlamps cracked open in the dead of night. The sky was ablaze with a murder of crows, swirling around in a tornado of feathers and primal instinct. Lili couldn't help but stare at the ground as she ran, barefoot, down main street. Broken bottles, shards of glass, dug themselves into her feet with each and every painful step. Behind her, she heard the devil stalking about on eight legs, each one hitting the ground with a stabbing thud. Further, further she went, turning off onto a side road where the ground was less solid and taking off at full speed.
The trees were adorned with bloodied bodies, strung up onto tree limbs by their wrists. Torn off clothes fabric, made red with blood, littered the streets, and plagues of rats darted from corner to corner. Crows began to swoop down, diving into her arms covering her face, picking at her hands, tearing off finger skin. Lili batted them away with the bloodied stumps of her hands. The birds continued to dive, slamming into her face, knocking her teeth out and to the ground. Her ears rang with the tolling of a church bell, endlessly sending pulse after pulse straight into the center of her forehead. Tufts of her hair fell to the ground as the last of the crows tore away, her nerves screaming out so loud that they drowned each other out and faded into a dull pain all across her body.
Eventually, she found the street her house was on. Lili ran towards her front door and opened it wide, jumping inside before the devil could catch her. Lili held the door closed with her back, the devil knocking on the door with force Lili had never felt before. She closed her eyes, fighting with every ounce of strength in her body to keep the door shut. Splinters of wood pushed into her back with each push given, and she cried out in agony, her throat burning with tears. Lili knew that she couldn't fight back for much longer. If she was in the right state of mind, she would've been impressed with how far she had gotten. Now, she felt only fear: Fear of dying at the hands of the monsters behind her, and fear of living with the scars that she would carry forever.
Then, she felt slippery hands grabbing her feet.
Lili's eyes opened, and she gazed down at the floor.
Bloodied faces stared back at her, with needle-teeth barred and ready to tear away.
Her back gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor, wet hands resting on her head.
The devil broke through, lifting the door off of its hinges, and scooped Lili up in its spidery arms.
She was tossed out into the abyss, surrounded by the screaming faces of people she could never save.
She shifted in her sleep, pulling her sweater over her head. She shivered in the dark. For the rest of the night, she had no more dreams, a blessing and a curse.
[Lili Williams awakens the following day, singing a Song for a Warrior