Prologue
I woke up in a sweat. Ive been having the same
dream for years and it doesn't make any sense. I'm running down a long hallway
with 4 strangers and with Aaron in my arms. We get to a dead end and one guy
with dark hair says save your self's. I don't do nothing except for stand there
looking at him with a sad look on my face, like I had some sort of bond with
him. The other three men push me away from him as some guys probley the bad
guys come running down the hall and start to beat the dark haired man to death.
That's when I wake up, the beating is just so graphic like I could feel that
mans pain. I walked down the stairs to smell my moms cooking, when I walked
into the kitchen to see the most horrifying sight. My mom, dad, and three
sisters were lying on the ground dead. Tears stung the back of my eyes as my
thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a person crying. I looked around and
saw Aaron in the corner of the room, curled into a ball. I walked up to him and
put my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me as I picked him up in my arms
and hugged him tightly.
"Aaron did you see what happened?" I
asked as he nodded his head and I sat him down in a chair. I crouched down in
front of him.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
"People in black outfits came into the
house and attacked us" Aaron said as I saw more tears fall down his
cheeks. " I was so afraid". I hugged Aaron again as I felt his head
on my shoulder. I picked him up and walked out of the house. We need to find
somewhere else to stay before they come again I told myself. I looked at the
surroundings, finding a place I never saw before. I felt Aaron stir in my arms.
I saw an abandon old house and ran towards it. I opened the broken door
and saw there was a mattress on the floor. I placed Aaron on it and covered him
up with my jacket. As I watched Aaron sleep I tried to recollect my thoughts.
We weren't in the same year, probley not even same century. I heard footsteps
on the gravel outside and gathered Aaron in my arms in fright as I ran into a
storage place, that was just a few feet from where we were. I saw sleeping gas
creep up from under the door. That was the last thing I saw before I became unconscious.
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