I wrote this tonight and just wanted to share it, maybe it belongs in the WoW forums more, but here is just a little story based on one of the characters I play. 
The name of this story is called Victims.
Victims.
It was the screaming that woke her up. Was it her own vocal chords that had produced it? Or was it one of the many phantom faces that pressed against the inside of her eyelids when she closed them? In any case she laid there, wide awake and silent. She focused on both the excessive sweat she was laying in and for any sounds coming from outside the room. Kirrika wasn't sure how long it was, but it seemed like sufficient time that no one had come rushing up banging on the door to check on her.
She decided to rise out of bed to start a new day. Drawing back the curtains to the one small window in the room, she peered out to see dusk settling over the busy streets of Stormwind. Outside numerous people rushed about to do whatever tasks that had brought them to the city. Of course, being the capital of man, most of them were human. Why was she here, a dwarf among humans? Was it a kind of atonement? Looking down at the faces of them, she felt there was an eerie recognition there, maybe of people she knew...but none of them looked exactly right, marking them as strangers all.
She thought to herself "I wonder how many of them lost a friend, or family, to my killing runeblade."
A lump caught in her throat. To her, none of them had any idea of the pain that thought caused her.
"I once tried to save you..."
A shuffling sound from directly behind caused her to spin around. Kirrika looked up to see the rotting abomination of the undead known as a ghoul. Staring down at her, it gave a raspy "YESSS?"
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