Kay was crouched beside her tank, taking a look at the machine’s fittings, when a sharp pain shot through her head. The world went dark.

When her eyes opened, she was no longer in the motor yard. Thick, blood-drenched mud clung to her boots. The stench of decay and gunpowder filled the air. Around her, mangled bodies of soldiers littered the battlefield.

She tried to rise, but her limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Her chest tightened as panic crept in. This wasn’t a drill. This wasn’t real.

For a long moment, Kay could only breathe, the weight of the nightmare pressing down on her. How had this happened? What was going on?