6:00am
We were on the track again. Really tired and hurt, if you didn't know that already. We were walking across a park with fountain in the middle of it. "Aw, fountain!" I giggled, even though it was kinda bloody.
"Aw, the deathbats." We looked at eachothers, then looking around our surroundings. Around 10 person started appear from behind the shadow. They circled us.
Matt was the one who started attacking them. Damn Matt and his temper. I was grateful none of them using gun. They were cowards if they did.
The dude in front of me swung his knife. I held his wrist and twisted it, making him dropped his knife. I stabbed his left side, kicked his stomach. He fell to his knees, but then pulled my ankle made me fell backward. He slammed my head to the pavement, pinning me down, then punching my stomach few times. Shit, I'm dead. I tried to flip us over, but he was too heavy. Someone kicked his head, making him roll off of me. "Pick someone your size!" It was Brian. He started beating the bad guy. I was coughing, trying to get myself together. My head was dizzy and everything was blurry. "Lynz! Hey? Can you hear me?" Brian kneeling in front of me. I nodded, "protect-" cough "-the others." He gave me worried look, but then went to help the other. Zacky appeared, pulling me away from the fighting scene.
"Lynz? Where does it hurt? Hey?" Zacky kneeled down. I groaned, "everywhere." My voice was barely heard. Knowing the others were still fighting, I didn't wanna pass out. "Shh, stop moving" Zacky laid me down on his lap. He put something cold on the back of my head. Where the fuck did he get some of those?
I looked up at Zacky. There were bruises around his left cheekbone and a cut above his right eyebrow, his lower lip was split open. I frowned, reaching up to his face. But he held my hand and put it down, "shh, I'm okay." I closed my eyes for few seconds, then I heard a faint shouting. I frowned, "what's going on?" There was no answer. I tried to look back, when Zacky hold me tight, stopping me from doing so. "Nothing, Lynz, we gotta move." Zacky helped me to get on my foot, and we started walking.
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Nightmare
Fanfiction"I was dreaming." You probably thinking, "what's so wrong with dreaming?" Nothing is wrong with dreaming But if you're friends with Jimmy Sullivan, then yes, something is wrong with dreaming Or that's what I thought..
