Wasteland

A Restless Night

     I'm a 16 year old, and I still get nightmares. Especially now. I was with my best friend, Jimmy. I went over to hang out with my friend. We did our daily duties, and snuck into the abandoned rooms section. It was a section within the bunker that wasn't being used, no one lived there, and no one stored anything there either, due to the fact that we can only have limited amounts of belongings. Despite the empty space, the rules were rules. Anyways, everyone knew that we loved hanging out there. No one else liked it, because they thought it was creepy.
     Because of this, we built ourselves a base. With walls, lights, a kitchen, sleeping area, and a relaxing area. It was all makeshift of course, but Jimmy's dad fixed stuff up in the bunker, so he made it for us, and because the population was already in the hundreds, the Council gave us permission to OWN it. Pretty cool.
One night, me and Jimmy head down there. And to our amazement, the main gate was open, not only that but there was BB guns. They ranged from rifles from the Old World, to modern assault rifles. Next to the weapons was a note. It read as follows:
"You kids sure got quite a setup. I got some gear I don't need. And you kids would like this stuff, and, your old enough for this stuff too. I'll be in touch if you need me."
     We shrugged it off and put the weapons in a spare room, and spent the next 3 hours making it a makeshift armory. The guns were all on shelfs, and they all had a can of BBs next to them. And strangely, as we were making our improvemnts, we also found 3 riot gear suits from the Old World, all shoved in a corner.
     We always thought the crap was garbage. Until we actually checked it out. Pretty lucky find if you ask me.
When we were done, we decided to shut and lock the main gate and do whatever. Jimmy had hit the sack for a nap, and I was watching some cartoons. The filmmakers don't make good ones though. Eventually, I fall asleep. Which, I still regret.
     I materialized into a dream. There were riot control troops everywhere, and I mean, everywhere. They were defending themselves from a giant robotic squid. Which was kicking some serious trash. I watched as the poor guys were ripped to shreds, quite literally. It's tentacles were made of claws, or teeth the size of bananas. Pissing my pants, I crawled, ever so slowly, to a shield, and gun. I'd never seen this gun, but it looked stupid. I put the shield on top of my body, and pulled out the stupid looking gun. I aimed, and let loose a few shots. They all hit the beast, only to bounce off it, and give away my position. It turned, and with great speed and force, it slammed down on the shield. The impact from the blow cracked the shield, and the banana sized razor sharp teeth, shredded what was left of the barrier guarding my face. It threw the shield to the side, jumped up, and ran for a better weapon.
     I looked around. At first, when the riot control guys were there, we were on a street. But now, there's no bodies, and there's no street, buildings or anything. I look around desperately, and to my sadness find nothing but white walls. Great, just the way I wanted to die, in a room, with a stupid looking pistol, and a giant retarded looking robot squid.
     With speed as fast as sound, it impales me. It goes straight through my torso, and slowly starts to curve upward, and it curled around my neck. I kept thinking I was gonna die. But I didn't feel any pain, nor did I feel like something went through me.
        I looked up, to look at pitch black, coal colored eyes, and right as I'm about to scream at it, it looks at me, and forces it's tentacles through my once functioning brain.
     My dream was a nightmare. A nightmare that I should have never had. Sadly, the human brain is ever so mysterious.