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"Help me!" A voice screams inside the tombs of the prison and I'm running, scrambling to try and pinpoint the desperate screams for help.

All over, I can hear the sounds of the dead also heading for the screams, but never once do I find a single one.

I don't know who it is at the end of the seemingly endless combs crying for help, my help.

"Get off me!" I hear another voice scream, but the voice sounds younger now, like a child and it makes me push faster, concerned that whoever it is has a child with them.

Sweat and blood cling to me like a second skin as I move down the never-ending tunnels trying to make it to the strangers begging for help, but I can't recall what put me here, how I'd gotten this deep into the prison and why I'm alone.

"Amira!" A deeper scream ricochets off the walls and suddenly, all the voices I've heard come crashing down on me as reality strikes.

Gage, Lilly, Danika.

Rationality and common sense seem lackluster now as I scream, desperate to find them.

A shrill scream that's haunted my nightmares for months now fills my ear drums and I realize who it is, Dale.

I turn a corner and it seems like spotlights adorn the once dark hallways as I come to a screeching halt in front of a bloody body on the ground, with walkers surrounding, each of them feasting on it's intestines like dinner.

All of them are familiar and my heart skips several beats as I take in what's before me.

My worst nightmare came to life in the flesh.

Like at the farm, Dale's eyes are wide and begging as his breathing rattles out of his chest in a fickle attempt to keep him alive while the monsters I love tear deeper into his body.

All of them are faces I know, see day in and out and my heart squeezes in my chest as something breaks deep inside.

Gage's face isn't the same as it was just last night when we'd fallen alseep together in the cell, no it's mutilated and decayed with a slash down one half of his face. Like someone made an attempt to end the second existence of this side of him and failed. His clothes and neck are a dark brown, where I can see what seems to be a slit in his throat which was what surely ended him.

Danika, like at the barn is in tattered clothes, with that nasty visible chunk missing from her side and dirty clothes that crush my heart further, a re-living of one of the worst days in my life. Her eyes are unfocused and motions mechanically, barely mirroring a living thing because shes not alive and hasn't been for almost a year.

Lilly, her brown hair is matted and bloody, a piece of her skull was removed, probably by a hatchet or axe and it's left her looking the most like a monster of the three. Her face is brown from the fatal wound on her head, the once red blood from her living body now brown and rotten.

All of them are visual representations of my living nightmare, the one thing that has clung to every single fiber of my being, manifested from the very nightmare I live every single day.

Simultaneously, they all turn and stare at me, their eyes all greyed and sunken into their skulls as they slowly raise from the ground. Everything inside my body stops working as they all move closer, snarling and snapping their jaws, anticipating their next meal, which is me.