The Dreamers

The Image

Our sanity changed with this way too bloody of an image to exist in our mind. This was gonna start slowly ripping out Unknown's heart and soul until he eventually is a useless waste of life. The disturbing site was of a man who electrocuted, cut himself by the tip of a bullet, and shot by most likely themself. Unknown than asked me what this was because he was for some reason clueless and I said with a pale and numb emotionless voice "suicide". 

 We had never seen something so violent like this ever in horror movies. Not even in the Stouffville snowball maker case. We decided to move past here as fast as we could go but all I could dream about was that damned image and still to this day you're reading this I can't get the image out of my mind. Why was it such a familiar face? Was it a kid from before all this started? Anyways, once we were far from the image location. We found a small area that we decided to camp out in because you never know when you could rest again.

 The place was nice, small and hopefully nobody would find us. I was ready to start a new operation in this place. That night, after falling a sleep I had a dream where I met you, my child. The next morning we left and we came across an elevator. We took it as high as we could and then we came across our old pal, the trainer. He was forcing a group of kids into powering the place we are in. One was the girl I had saved back at the orphanage and she collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

 She was removed from the sight of the other children and beaten to death with a whip and blood flew all over the place upon hearing the whip crack on her back. I gulped in fear and some form of emotion then whispered to unknown "we are going to need to sneak pass here". He responded with "ya, no sh!t Sherlock". Thankfully there was a set of tables that were flipped over which were perfect to use to sneak past. Then it hit us.

 He was able to hear our footsteps. It made so much sense when we were being trained he could tell who wasn't running. He, just like the rest of the workers had a weird skill that was a form of echolocation, we knew that this meant he could hear us when we walked past him but that we would be heard but if we timed it right we could walk past while not being detected.