Dylan’s body shot upright in his bed, faced with the deafening silence of the dark confides of his room.

Flickers of images flashed through his mind like a movie. He became painfully aware of the sickening smell of metal, the dark crimson liquid spattered across his body, the mangled remains of his friends bodies, the flashing red and blue lights, the high pitched squealing of the approaching sirens…

No amount of corny one-liners could rescue him from the trauma he’d suffered that night.