[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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SENOIA, GEORGIA
It had been hours, possibly days, since the outbreak had begun.
Hell. I wasn't so sure anymore.
I had no food or water. I'd been hiding out in my car unable to move from the back seat. My mind was so quiet yet so loud, the things I'd seen or witnessed were the only things that clouded my mind.
I did make it to Atlanta like I had planned to, the traffic was overwhelming, cars kept crashing into one another, people screaming at each other, and it was all one big mess.
I watched children cling onto their parent—wailing like their little life depended on it. I watched people scream and hit and fight, desperate for answers. Some people prayed. Some wandered off. And some watched the skyline in hope help would arrive.
And I watched as Atlanta fell apart.
Every last bit of it.
Bombs were dropped. Gunshots filled the whole city. Buildings were on fire. People were screaming bloody murder. Or running. Or dying.
I watched as creatures—not humans—creatures, tore into people's flesh, blood everywhere. I remember watching more creatures appear, banging windows so hard they shattered, grabbing people from behind the wheel, and eating them alive.
That's when I shakily locked my doors, slowly inched myself into the back seat, covered my body, and cried myself to sleep.
I had another dream—the same dream I had on my birthday.
The one where I'm running through the woods, getting chased by the dead... creature. I fall, my ankle breaks, I try to fight, a gunshot rings in my ears, I look up and the sheriff reveals himself.
But in this dream, I see him. I see his face, I see his blue eyes, his soft smile, I see his lips moving but I can't hear his voice. And as soon as I grip his hand, the sweet dream ends. I wake up breathless, desperate to go back into the dream.
I wanted to know him, I wanted to know who he was and why he was in my dream. I wanted to go back to sleep so I could see him, so I didn't have to face the reality of what was happening in the world.
