A Dream

I don’t know what they were or where they come from. Far be it for an ordinary person like myself to be informed about earth-shattering disasters or invasions of any sort. I had never heard of the creatures or even seen one before the incident. I don’t know what time it was, or what day it was. It wasn’t important. I was in a store. I was not doing anything special; I was perhaps buying a CD. There was a noise outside. A disgruntled shopkeeper went to go see what it was. Moments after he left, there was screaming. Terrible, ear-piercing screaming that brought such fear into my heart that I’d frozen at the sound. Moments after, outside of the store window, I caught glimpse of one. It looked subhuman, almost like a rotting corpse or Hollywood zombie. It looked charred and soulless, and it was approaching. It wasn’t alone, a countless army of them were behind it, each one just as soulless as the last: scavenging for victims. Its bright, orange eyes caught glimpse of me and I accepted death in that moment. To fight these strange things would be futile; I was just one regular, ordinary, unarmed man in a store. There was an army of the unfeeling creatures. I looked around, suddenly calmed. In the store with me was one lone woman, about my age. Though I have no recollection of what she looked like, she was astounding. I turned to her.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Gale.” She told me. She asked me my name, and I told her. The beasts approached.

“I love you, Gale.” I told her, staring into her eyes. It was the most sincere thing that I had ever said in my life. She seemed taken aback for a moment, but the calmness of death swept over her, too. She told me she loved me. Gale began to cry, clearly just as frightened as I was. We clutched into a powerful hug, and I felt her warm, soft body against mine. The beings broke the store window and entered. Gale and I crashed to the floor. The beasts began to eat away at our legs, but Gale and I held on as tightly as we could. I did not fear embarrassment; I wept. Gale did too. The pain of death was upon me, but I didn’t mind. I loved Gale.

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