The smell, oh god the smell,
It was so overwhelming. The smell
of rotten flesh, the strong scent of iron. All I could do was lay there.
trying to not gag, laying there surrounded by those decaying corpses. I kept my hand over Sasha's mouth, to keep him quiet.
Not wanting him to find us, the floor boards sqeaked above our heads. I try to keep my breathing quiet along with trying to not breath through my nose.
The sqeaking stops so, I remove my hand from Sasha's mouth. Looking over at me, with eyes full of terror. "Neil wake up."
Looking at him confused, Sasha repeats himself, "Wake up Neil, your dreaming again."
My body starts to shake,then my eyes open wide, as I stare up towards the ceiling in the room.
Noticing right away, that I am breathing heavily, while covered in sweat.
Looking over at Sasha seeing his worries eyes, looking at me,
"Baby, are you alright?"
As he is talking, my hands cover my face groaning, "Y-yeah, it was that same damn dream again." Sasha's lays his body over mine, holding my hands away from my eyes.
My eyes open, looking up at Sasha's Amber eye's, "Are you sure your okay?" "Yes, I'm fine, it was just a dream." "If you say so, love." Sasha says climbing off of me, off of the bed.
I sit up stretching my arms out cracking them a bit.
"Neil, we have to finish packing up for the trip." Sighing, I climb out of bed, putting a pair of shorts, and a T-Shirt on.(Forward four hour's)
(Location:Vehicle on rural road )

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The Dream
Short StoryThis is about a dream. A dream of a man. A man who has the one he loves most.