The Dead Asylum

The Dead Boy

I stretched and woke up with little emotion running through my veins. I guessed it was about two in the morning, by how dark it was. There was little to no gunfire and the tent was lit up by moonlight and stars. I looked over at Aonair, who was fast asleep. His eyes fluttered open, and he held my hand. I smiled at him lightly, my head hurting. He sat up, enveloping me in his warm, safe arms.

     "Did you hear anything about Austin?" I asked, yawning.

     "He's stable. He was shot in the head, somehow he survived. That's not unheard of. But theres a still a chance he may not make it. "

     I nodded, kissing Aonair's cheek. I felt bad for Marlana, but I didnt let it show. I knew she would make it through. I looked hopelessly out the flap of the tent at the empty shells on the roof. Somebody was sweeping them up. I smiled. Maybe we'd win? We only had one hurt person.

    Slowly, I lay back down, my vision dwindling into blackness as I started drifting asleep.

    "I love you." Aonair said.

We had only been together almost two days and he loved me? I heard myself whisper those same three words in reply. I didn't even know if I really loved him. Slowly, methodically, Aonair massaged my shoulders, sending me deeper into a pleasant slumber.

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Aonair's P.O.V

I watched her fall asleep. I heard the hesitation in her tired reply of 'I love you too.' Her black, curly hair splayed out across her pillow. Sleeping near her felt so new to me...my morals were placed higher than this...I mean I understand watching Doctor Who and crashing together on her roommates bed, but I'm choosing to fall asleep next to this amazing girl.

     I sighed to myself. I had only knew her for a short amount of tine but I just knew that I loved her. I'd do anything for her. I'd take a bullet for her like Austin did for Marlii. I didn't even know how Marlii was doing.

     All my attention was on Aonaira. Her breathing was normal, a slow, rhythmic in and out. Mine was fast, thick, and it would hitch every time someone made a sound. Aonaira rolled over in her sleep and held on to my shirt. I layed down all the way and stroked her soft hair. I breathed in and closed my eyes, kissing her forehead and finally drifting off into a thick, restless slumber, full of nightmares.

~Deep in Dreamland~

"Don't!" a far away voice yelled, breaking me from my thoughts as I aimed at another Crazy.

I zoomed in with my scope, the face I was about to blow to unrecognizable bits. It was Aonaira. So was the Crazy behind her and next to her. I shuddered,  watching as every face morphed into that of my beloved girlfriend. I cringed inside as slowly, one of them, bearing all of her looks, scaled up the building and dragged me down into the crowd. She bent down and whispered in my ear, a knife to my jugular, quoting my mother,

   "You're dead now, just like your brother! HEHEHEHEHE!"

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I took a sharp inhale of breath, my eyes snapping open as I sat up, hyperventilating. Aonaira looked at me, confusion etched in every corner of her face.

I sighed and got out of the tent and strapped an M-14 onto me, slowly inhaling and exhaling to relieve the stress.

Aonaira came up behind me, and I swung the gun around. Aiming it at her forehead, my finger about to pull the trigger.

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