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Nightmares

Warning : There might be some grammar errors

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'example' (thinking)

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--Narrator--

Khan could barely hold his footing, the shoves and pushes of the crowd throwing him around like a weightless ragdoll. The screams were loud, very loud. Deafening even.

"NORI, WHERE ARE YOU ?!"

Khan screamed out, still frantically looking around, seeing blurs and shadows pass by him as he tried to keep his feet grounded. The worryingly fast and hard beats of his core barely audible over the cacophony of the chaos around them.

"OVER HERE !"

His wife cried back, it was faint, nearly silent in the sea of sounds, but Khan had heard it. Grunting as he pushed and shoved and stumbled through panicked denizens. Khan eventually managed to see his wife, and he could feel a spark of hope ignite deep in him, when he saw that she was still clutching their daughter in her arms. Reaching out, Khan grabbed Nori by the shoulders and gave her a quick hug, letting himself draw a shaky breath before he leaned away. His left hand slid down, and clutched her arm, then, the two parents began working their way through the crowd. Khan leading in front, one hand on his wife's arm, the other pushing away anyone in his way.

"Where do we go now Khan ? The whole city's gone to shit !"

Khan didn't reply, too focused on staying on the move. But he did hear his wife's question.

'She's right, we need a place to go. But where ? The office buildings ? No, to frail. We could make a run for it and try to get out of the city ? No there's no cover... Maybe the mines ? The door's keycard reader is busted, but it should be a quick fix. Pop it open, and tap the right wires together and it should work.'

It wasn't the best plan, far from it. But Khan knew where they could go and hide now. The crowd had even dispersed a little bit, allowing them to run now. But chaos was still all around them, other workers kept bumping into them as everyone ran for shelter. Getting knocked to the ground, and losing his grip on his wife's arm. Khan was about ready to punch the worker off of him, until he suddenly saw something in the sky, behind the panicked worker on top of him that was scrambling to get up. The worker's eyes hollowed in horror, his body moving on its own as he grabbed the drone on top of him by the shoulder and held him in place.

"Let me go damn it I need to get goi-"

Before the stranger could even end his sentence, a giant, metal syringe like stinger. Pierced him through the visor. His throat tightens up, fear gripping him before the corpse he is still clinging to being thrown away to the side. Sending him flying as well before he crashed down into a pile of debris.

"No ! Get away from me !"

Khan's audio receptors were still ringing, his vision unfocused and blurry as he tried getting his senses. He hadn't even registered his wife's words as he pushed the still dissolving corpse off of him, then some of the debris off too...It's only when a blood curdling scream pierced the air, that Khan began getting a grip. His sensors recalibrating, his vision focusing on two somewhat blurry figures in front of him. That, is when Khan felt the oil in his veins go cold as ice, as his optical sensors finally recalibrated. His wife had just been thrown to the ground, screaming in pain and horror as she watched the yellow acid slowly melt her away from the three different stings. All the while, a murder drone looked down at her, taking in the sight. Reveling in her pain. This, this made the oil that had frozen in Khan's veins, suddenly heat itself back up to its boiling point. With a growl that came from the depth of his throat, the husband didn't even wait to fully stand before he dashes towards the murder drone