Ethan's nightmares are terrifying. He hates falling asleep; he hates having to witness the twisted world that he's forced into when he closes his eyes. But when they begin to blend into reality, facing them may be his only choice. __________________ IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Bitter sun leaks through the dirty stained windows, grazing gritty floor. Illuminating the room, vanquishing any darkness. Somewhere beyond the rickety cabin cries a woman in the distance. Sobs of anguish and fear melts in the air and finds it's way into the room where Helen lays. She feels the womans vile, it attacks her skin in sharp pricks. Smoldering heat mixes with the scent of blood from their last victims and coats her in thick preparation of sweat. She inhales, exhales, and opens her eyes to the bitter gray day.