Don't Feed the Freaks (character x reader style)

Chapter 5

Hunching down behind a chimney, we had a good look at the walls of Kinetown. The walls we were going to break. The walls we were going to escape out of.

It had been 2 weeks of planning, fighting and sleeping. The sun was setting, that's when the guards are released from their posts.
"We have 5 and a half minutes to get in and come out on the other side since these guards are the lazy guards, nothing happens at sunrise and early morning." Page whispered to us.

We retreated to the alleyways to form our plan, all the data was set and our plan was falling into place. It was quiet, whatever alleyway we walked down was usually filled with our chatter, but after Cathal... left... the only sound we'd make was our footfalls landing on the hard concrete.

I glanced over at Timmy and after a moment he noticed my gaze and waved, smiling. I smiled back and we focused on the maze ahead of us. Timmy's scar was still there, raked by whatever came out of Cathal's back before he left. I shuddered at the memory of that night, a pang of grief, loss and loneliness washed over me.

As the sun became more harsh we returned to our sleeping bags. We decided to adopt a nocturnal sleep schedule so it would be less of a chance for Citizen attacks.

As I closed my eyes, a dream took place. And it wasn't peaceful.

I walked down the alleyways, it was early night and I heard some commotion outside our "base". I could hear voices, but they were hushed and distorted by the increasing wind. I could see Cathal, curled up into a ball with his head in his hands. Rose was at his side, an arm looped around his shoulder. Rose whispered something, and Cathal stirred. He seemed to make a weird noise, somewhere between a hushed scream and a whine. He covered his eyes and stood up. The only words I could make out was "I'm sorry." He started transforming before I could understand what was happening. Things were a blur of pain, confusion and fighting before it hit me as I was held aloft by Cathal's slightly opaque tentacle-things coming out of his back. He was Corrupted.

I pulled out my knife and struck into the tentacle-thing wrapped around me, and as I fell I was sitting up in my sleeping bag, drenched in cold sweat.

I shook away the scare from the dream and let exhaustion claim me once again.