With Friends Like These

Flashback: Stay With Me

"Please..." Brian pleaded, though there was no reason. "Stay with me."

"I will never leave you like this, Brian."

The two men were wrapped in each others arms, laying on Brian's bed. They were not romantically embracing, at least, not yet.

They were trying to sleep, but Brian was hysterical. He was hyperventilating. Roger didn't know what to do to help, but he only had one idea left. A lullaby.

He decided to do a Harrison favorite, Here Comes The Sun.  He started to sing softly, and over Brian's hysterical sobbing, he could be heard. Slowly, Brian started to quiet down. Roger continued singing, and eventually he fell asleep to the sound of his own voice.

Roger had a dream that night. A dream like he's never had before.

The undead. Surrounding him. He was in a cabin, Brian was unconscious on the floor, a bib of blood around his mouth and chest, and the...things, those...walkers, were trying to break in to the small cabin. One window was already broken, and another was on it's way.

But Roger could not run. In fact, he couldn't move at all. He could only watch in horror as they finally broke down the door, and shambled towards his best friend.

Roger then realized that he wasn't there at all. He was just a shadow, observing, wanting to help but unable to do anything. He started to scream as the walkers started to close in on Brian, and then...

"Oh my god!" Roger screamed, sitting straight up, and Brian stirred. He saw Roger's face, pale as the sheets in the even paler moonlight, tears running down his face like raindrops on a window.

"Roger? What's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare..." he trailed off, erupting into a gentle sob. He was not as hysterical as Brian, but that dream, the walkers, it had all seemed so real to him.

Brian held onto the crying man, whispering soothing words in his ear. He rocked Roger back and forth, and pulled back, and looked him in the eyes.

"Roger...Roger, I need you to listen to me."

"Yes?"

"I love you more than anyone, I can't stand to see you like this. Do you want to stay up or go back to sleep?"

"I'll go back to sleep. I'll be fine, don't worry."

But he was no"t fine. He didn't wake up, but only because it wasn't horrible enough to wake up from. But it was wretched. He was a shadow again, and this time, he was watching a herd of walkers walking down the Autobahn. That's strange. He thought. He lived nowhere near the Autobahn, or Germany, for that matter. It was over three hundred miles away.

Then he saw the reason why he was there. Six trucks, filled with men, were racing down the Autobahn, most definitely liquored up, and they were...hitting the walkers. They were shouting and whooping, not caring who saw or heard. Roger watched in disgust as the dead bodies splattered over the road. He still wasn't sure why he was watching this, but then he saw it. The sign.

"Schutzgebiet für alle" it said. Sanctuary for all. Ahead, a strange sight. A wall, but a closer look showed a town inside the wall. It was apart from the highway, and those drunken men, they were driving straight into the wall! Roger watched, shocked, as the wall, though it looked strong, was crushed under the path of the truck. The men shouted, in German, saying:

"Nehmen Sie das, Ficker!" and "Wir erobern sie alle!"

That's when Roger woke up. Brian was shaking him awake.

"Roger! I had a nightmare too!"

Brian's nightmare was no different than Roger's, except his viewpoint was in the town. He saw the truck come straight for him, and right before the truck hit, he awoke.

"So you saw a town in a wall too?"

"Yes, and it was small and people carried guns and knives, and then the truck came..."

"I was looking from above the town, where the Autobahn is. Those men, they were saying stuff like "Take that, fuckers!" and "We will conquer you all!"

"Why?"

"I don't know. But something gives me an uneasy feeling about this. I feel like...oh never mind. We should get to sleep. It's in the middle of the night."

"What does this mean?" Brian asked.

"I don't know..." Roger said. "But all I do know is, that this is not good."