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[Chapter 12]

I just wanted to let you guys know that I write all of my books on my iPod, so if you see silly mistakes...it's autocorrects fault lol
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Chapter Twelve:Daydreams and Nightmares
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Anna's POV

It was the most spectacular and horrid dream that I had ever dreamt of.

I loved it.

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I was standing in the middle of the library's entryway. I wasn't worried that I would be blocking someone's way into the library--there was no one, as far as I could see, that was even on this street.

Confused as to what I was doing outside when I should've been inside, helping out, I stepped into the silent, stale air of the library. It was quiet, really quiet and you would think that since this is a library, that that's the way it should be--but not our library. Our library was filled with squeals of little kids as they ran around and played in the kids section which was located in such a spot that you could hear their screams of delight--or their wails--everywhere.

Usually you would also see people chattering outside or at least sense the presence of human beings around you. But this, there was nothing. No sounds--at all. No presence, no one even breathing.

I stared in shock and fright at all of the people around me. But my social anxiety wasn't the problem here--it was for the fact that everyone around me was dead; laying in their backs, eyes wide open in shock and terror as if their faces had frozen on their last expressions. They all faced upward, their gazes forever stuck on the pale, boring ceiling.

I was busy gaping at everything around me. The disarray; the disaster; the books laying, ripped and torn, on the floor; blood splattered everywhere and adults and children laying dead. Even the cruel, strict librarian...

Then I heard it. It was a sound of shuffling and then a light crash, as if someone--whoever was still alive--had dropped a heavy book on the floor.

I heard it coming from the bottom floor and so, without realizing until it was too late, I was walking and stepping over the bodies of those who had died. I made it to the six simple steps that led down to the lower floor of the library--the one filled with teen reading books and the place I loved to hang most when I came here.

Looking from where I was standing, I looked down to see more bodies. These were still spewing blood as if they had been recently attacked and slaughtered. It was a massacre here.

Hearing the sound of shuffling again, I dropped out if my reverie and start to quietly and hesitantly walk down the stairs. I followed the sounds of cloth ruffling and shoes shuffling until I ended up at the back if the lower floor, where they kept and shelved all the Fantasy and Horror books.

I looked to my right and saw nothing or no one that would've made a sound--or even been alive. Looking to my left, towards the compute lab, I saw him. He was hunched over slightly, as if he had gotten kicked in the gut, and had blood trailing out from between his fingers. He had streaks if blood in his bright blonde hair and when he looked up at me, it was streaked all along his right cheek too.

"Andrew," I breathlessly called to him. He stood up straight and looked at me with his deep blueish eyes. They were filled with sadness and forlorn as he stared at me from across the aisle. I looked down at his hands, which were the bloodiest part of his body, and saw it. He couldn't have. A knife--no, a machete. Did he kill all these people? Or did he just find it laying around? I hope it was the latter.