Trisha lay in a coma on life support, her parents crying near her hospital bed. Time was running out and the decision to discontinue the life support was being discussed. But unknown to her family and doctors she wasn't dead, but trapped inside, ins...
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Moans, screams, and shrieks filled the night desert air while ghosts and wraiths darted back and forth through it. An army of the undead closed in, coming closer and closer. The fog rolled down the dune into the oasis with hundreds of zombies following it and the stench of rotting flesh and decay in the wind. Rising to the top of the dune with a galaxy of stars in the background walked the Lich King. He stared down upon the oasis watching as the zombie hoard reached the water and his wraiths and ghosts circled searching for their prize. Confusion crossed his skeletal leathery face. Where are they? They should be here!
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The drive back was agonizingly longer with Nate's parents. His father was actually doing the speed limit. "No one ever drives the speed limit!" Mike moaned to himself. Not that he was actually in any big hurry to be back home with his alcoholic father. What he wanted was to go to sleep so he could help Trisha. He had tried several times to drift off in the car, but the Christian music Nate's mother insisted on playing and her sudden spat's of scolding Nate over and over, weren't allowing that possibility. Not that he was tired, anyway.
"When we get back, we need try to go to sleep right away." Mike told Nate. "Trisha is in big trouble by herself against that army of the undead. I'm sure she can torch the zombies, it's the wraiths and ghosts that have me worried. Not to mention that Lich King. Who knows what powers he may have."
"I was planning on it." Nate agreed. "I've been trying to text Crystal, but she hasn't replied yet. Her phone says she's unavailable while driving." Then he lowered his voice to a whisper. "I'm thinking about taking some more sleeping pills." That was a mistake because Nate's mom turned around so fast in her seat it made their heads spin. Mike couldn't believe she heard that.
"ARE YOU INSANE!" She screamed, hurting their ears. Even Nate's father cringed from her shriek. "DID YOU NOT LEARN ANYTHING FROM NEARLY DYING BACK THERE FROM TAKING PILLS MISTER! YOUR GOING STRAIGHT TO REHAB!" She scolded the two of them for the rest of the trip none-stop. It was the most miserable eight and a half hours of his life.
When they arrived at his house, no one was there to greet him. His father was most likely at the bar. As soon as he got out of the car, he turned to thank them but they drove off. Apparently Nate's parents believing they would never see him again so why bother with a goodbye. Well they were right about them never seeing him again. Nate waved at him out the back window, giving him the see you later sign.
It was nearly 7 pm when Mike walked in the door. He went straight to his recliner, kicked off his shoes and sat down with his blanket. He wanted to just snap his fingers and go to sleep. He closed his eyes, but he wasn't tired. After a while he grew angry he couldn't sleep, which just energized him even more. "Dammit!" He hollered throwing his blanket to the side and getting up pacing the room. Then he thought of how tired he had been from the run in the dream world. "Okay, running makes me tired, then I'm going for a run."
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Crystal drove 90 down the freeway, even with her dad in the car. In fact he laughed about a daughter like father and how he drove when he was a teen. She had the music blaring and the windows down enjoying the drive home. Or that is what her father saw. In reality she was in a hurry to get them home so she could get back to the dream world and help Trisha. Since she could drive straight to Seattle on I-90 it only took seven and a half hours to drive up to the twenty car garage and 30,000 square foot Broadmoor mansion.
