Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of my shoes pounding on the pavement as I ran away from my pursuers resonated within me. Gasping for breath, I willed myself to keep going. To keep pushing my aching limbs and to not give up. I can't let them get me. I have to survive. I NEED to get out of here! For Danny. My legs started to give out just as I spotted the one place that I was trying to get away from. No! I can't be here! I was trying to lead them away! I have to turn around. My throat burned with the combination of suppressed tears and dehydration. My lips dried up with every gasping breath. I can't stop. I want to. I turned the corner to start leading the evil away from the building where my heart lay. If I can lead them away far enough, I can lose them and come back.
Smack! My body collided with another and I fell back with a groan. No. I didn't make it. They're going to find them. Find him. I'm sorry. I failed. I'm sorry Danny. Tears finally escaped my eyes and the evil loomed over me. Their rasping breath washing over me. Sobs wracked my body and I lay to their mercy. I'm sorry. I couldn't stop thinking it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.
"I'm sorry!" I wept out loud as the evil's claws descended down and – CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON! THERE'LL BE PEACE WHEN YOU ARE DONE!
I awoke with a startled gasp. Holy shit. I thought. That was some dream. I felt my heartbeat. It was pounding like crazy. What the heck brought on that dream? I don't remember reading anything or watching anything remotely within the realm of the horror drama. The alarm was still blaring, Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas, into my ears. I groaned and freed myself from the covers that wrapped themselves around my legs. Leaning over, I smacked the button that quieted the catchy yet overplayed song.
"Why in the hell did I choose that song for my alarm?" I groaned into my hands. "Oh well. I'll change it another time." I wriggled myself out from under the rest of the covers and stepped onto the carpeted floor in my room. Looking around, I noticed that the sun was much higher than I expected it to be. What the hell? I looked at my clock. "HOLY SHIT! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" I screeched as I ran to my bedroom door.
Opening it, I bellowed down the stairs, "WHY IN THE HELL DID NO ONE WAKE ME UP?!?" I was greeted with startled laughter. Groaning in frustration, I slammed the door and rushed to the bathroom that was, thankfully, connected to my room. I'm going to be fucking late to work!
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Is this Goodbye?
FantasyEvangeline, or Eva, finds herself in the middle of the Zombie Apocalypse. Hopeless, alone, she tries to hold onto life as she battles not only the undead monsters, but also the alive ones. Will she find survivors? Or is this Goodbye?
