"He has to go, or they'll find him here. He can't stay here and you know that!" I heard someone scream. "I know that, Maryann." Maryann? Why did that name sound so familiar? "Now," the man spoke. "He's my son...Can I just say goodbye?" The man shook his head, signaling a 'no.' The woman began to scream, a loud piercing scream that made me come back to reality. My eyes shot wide open, followed by a gasp. It was a dream...but it just felt so real.
I sat up straight, sweat covering my forehead. I sighed as looked around, it was pitch black. I squinted my eyes and licked my chap lips. I laid back down on the soft surface and closed my eyes again. My thoughts going once again into a deep sleep of dreams. And then I was gone.
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We're The Last Ones
ActionIt was all fine, their lives were as normal as they could be. But one mistake caused it to all burn in flames. They could never be the same, they weren't human anymore. They weren't free, they were enslaved. What could they have done to stop it?
