Hybrid Theory: A [Linkin Park] Spinoff.

The Walking Dead.

[The next morning.]
I sit straight up in bed, smacking my head off the ceiling of my bunk, completely forgetting that I was released earlier,"AH, HOLY MOTHER OF THE GUY WHO INVENTED NU METAL!!! THAT HURTS LIKE HELL!!!"
Mike runs into the bunk room,"You okay?"
I rub my forehead,"No, Mike. I just hit my head. Again."
"Let me get you some ice and a pain pill."
I shake my head,"No painkiller. Just ice."
He looks at me,"Why don't you want one of them?"
"I don't like the dreams they give me."
"But you heard what Jordana said."
"Yes. I know. If I don't take a pill every morning for the next six weeks, then I risk overexerting the blood vessels in my head and I could end up dying. I know."
"Then you might as well take one."
I sigh, defeated,"Okay. Where's my bag?"
"At the foot of your bunk."
"Okay. Can you get me a bottle of water?"
"Sure can." He walks out.
Chester yawns below me,"What was all the yelling about?"
"I sat up too fast and hit my head."
He's out of bed faster than I can breathe, a look of fear on his face,"Are you okay?"
I nod,"Yeah. As soon as Mike comes back, I'll take a painkiller."
Mike walks back in, a bottle of water in his hand,"Here you go, hardhead."
I chuckle slightly as I dig through my bag, coming up with a small orange bottle,"Mike, Where's the next gig?"
"Some place called Charleston. Why?"
"I've got enough time to be out of my mind."
Chester sighs,"Don't hurt yourself."
I take a drink of water and drop one of the large white tablets into my mouth and swallow, falling into a world of blurred lines and sharp edges.