He can still hear them. Their screams haunt his mind and cut through his soul like blades.
Screams of pain, horror and suffering.
It makes him want to cover his ears to try and block them out.
It wont work though.
Theyre still there.
Shouts of fear and cries for help fly through his mind together with the shrieks and sounds of the attackers. The unnatural screech of their machines bellows over the sound of buildings collapsing and the guttural grunts of the beings themselves makes his skin crawl when remembered.
It wont go away.
He can still see them. The images flash before his eyes as if he was still there.
Pictures of buildings falling apart and disappearing into the ocean together with images of people, horror twisting their features, being shot down or crushed by debris fills his head and makes him want to tear out his eyes.
Just to make it stop.
Flashes of purple and black light clouds his memory. Corpses and destructio