The Ability

Burred visions. Shapes, but no objects. A rush, gratuitous amounts of adrenaline.

He awakes again in the Camper Headquarters, which is ironically a bar. Taking a look around, he sees the dead mercenary sitting peacefully in the corner of the room, slouched up against the wall. The rest of the Campers were scattered about the room. Suddenly he remembers. He clumsily sprints towards the door and reclaims his weapons. Busting through the exit, he looks left then right. There she was. Leaning on one of the dumpsters, smoking a cigarette. "He dead?" Rio asks with a hint of laughter. He nods slowly, confirming it. "Calm down, let's go home."