[Drabble/memory] Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends

Tatiana dreams.

Her body moves under a greater will, complex and malevolent. It roams and searches, crawling with the maggots, ravens overhead. It turns its head to hear a groan. The best, the freshest. There.

Her body has slender, clever hands. They unfasten armor and discard it like husks. The panting solder thinks an angel has found him. He doesn't think to scream until it tests the depth of muscle with the spike of a thumb.

That won't do. Jaw and voicebox get ripped away. Hurry now.

It rolls the corpse over like an invalid, peeling the flesh from the soldier's broad back. Hardly any holes, good, good. The veins empty their contents listlessly, and a pool grows, mingling with the others nearby.

The arms are worthless, but the legs are thick and fine. Her body lifts and twists until they come free, one and then the other.

The greater will knows what she has scavenged, and whence the necromancers. Maps, like many things, are unecessary as the army swarms.

Her body approaches the camp as dusk falls, dragging its cargo like a sled. Its ribs earn swats and kicks from the living servants of the malevolent will, but her mind refuses to wake and see.

Some part of her, she tells herself later, was not, could not, hid too deep to be touched, and the lie keeps her sane.