The sky is dark with storm clouds rolling in over a large city. The entire city has gates with barbed wire fence around top."Do not enter" signs and "fire active" signs are rusting as they hang on the gate.
Frantic feet run through a dark hallway. Turning the corner three girls are in an old apartment. They turn watching the fourth girl slam the door close.
"There coming we need to leave!" I scream as I run for the window.
I run onto the rooftop looking down the ten story building. The other girls seem to be paralyzed by fear staring at me.
"Let's go." I reach out my hand and they fill in as the door bursts open.
Zombies crowd through the room making a beeline for us teetering on the edge of the roof. I jump dragging the girls behind me. My hand looses grip and I am falling by myself wildly grabbing for anyone. My hand seems to brush past their fingers as the wind whistles through my ears. The ground is continually getting closer as my fingers wrap around a hand.
Everything flashes white as the ground no longer draws closer. We are a few inches from the ground where we drop to the ground.
Bodies line the streets their flesh decaying. There are others as well trying to ward of the zombies that seem to be spilling into the street.
I put my hands in front of my as burst of white light fly from them hitting a zombie and shooting it backwards.
From the gates a burst of water starts to flood the streets. It starts lapping at my ankles but quickly begins to fill. A dark shadow from the other side of the gate has his hands in the water yelling but there is ringing in my ears. But I know what he is going to do. I have seen him do it before. The way his power travels leaving nothing but bones where human flesh use to be.
I frantically search for the girls again. grabbing a hand there is a flash before I am standing on a balcony watching the water spar and sizzle. After a few moments the water is gone and all that is left are bones scattering the street. The outline of the man gone.
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Don't mind Alice
FantasyThe imagination is a strange thing, and bits of your life and fantasy's come out in our dreams every night. I have always had strange dreams and this is a compilation of dreams I have had over the year. Some longer than others, and some stranger tha...
