Dawn of Battle [Short Story]
A half-full bladder and the sounds of buzzing had awoken me. The sun was creeping through the slits in the curtains and the previous night's sleeping tablets had started to wear off. The kickback to reality and the small, itchy spots all over my body meant one thing: I was going to war. I crept out of bed, headed to the bathroom, and tended to one of the things that woke me. Relieved. I grabbed the Zapper. It was my sword, my weapon of choice against the onslaught of winged nemeses devoted to sucking the life out of me while I slumbered. I set to work. At first, I stood slightly just past the doorway to the bedroom. I closed my eyes, let out a long, low breath and waited…