When Are We Waking Up?

Screams

Dave’s POV

 

I heard screams, not too far from where I was standing; the screaming came from a girl, a scream that almost sounded scared and injured.

I took a step into the devastated street and saw something fly by my head, I looked at the direction the thing came from to find a savage-looking woman; blood dripped from her wide, open mouth and a deep gash down the side of her face. From the distance she was standing from me, she looked like an elder woman, maybe in her sixties, seventies. But before I could even blink, the woman ran towards me with a growl, she threw herself at me but I had manage to dodge her, she stood up as I ran, but she caught up to me pulled me down and started to claw at my face. I tried to call for help but I was lost in a forest of fingers and nails. I started to randomly throw punches, I missed twice, and on the third punch my fist hit the woman in the stomach, she gasped in pain and stopped punching, I couldn’t move, the woman was sitting on me and she weighs a ton, as I looked at her face she didn’t look at all old she was probably in her mid thirties.

I took the opportunity to escape by punching her in the stomach again, she fell of me and I ran to the basement door, opened it and slammed it shut again. Replacing all the chains and bolts that made the door secure.

Joe’s POV

 

“What the hell went on up there!?” I asked. All we heard was banging and a lot of grunts.

“Yes, well, thanks for your help... I was only getting attacked by some crazy psycho woman... did call but, clearly I’m not important!”

“What? Why would you say that? Of course we care! To be honest we were quite confused. We thought you were breaking wood or something.” Mikey said trying to reassure Dave. It must have worked because the tenseness of Dave’s face eased off, and he looked almost sympathetic towards Mikey.

I walked towards Dave to examine his face; it was red and covered in scratches, some of them bleeding. He sat down on a wooden block and I cleaned his face up. Once I had finished, he muttered a thanks.

As the night grew upon us, the basement became cold. With the little fire pit we built before the explosions, we used some of the wood we had and made a fire. The basement steadily became warm again and we started to cook some food.

Outside we heard faint cries of people howling like wolves. When we finished eating, we got a sleeping bag out each and a little pillow. The guys had no problem getting to sleep. Dave’s snores were echoing off the walls as soon as his head hit the pillow, but I couldn’t help but think about what was happening up there. Slowly my eyes grew heavy and I fell into a dreamless sleep.