Liana sighed to herself as she climbed into bed. After another long day at work she was exhausted. As soon as she was comfortable she began to drift off. She didn't normally dream very much, and even if she did she rarely remembered her dreams. As she sank deeper into sleep she began to see flashes of red, scenes of people screaming, tinted with the color. Scene after scene of devastation, people running in fear, buildings being smashed, people lying injured and dead in the road. These scenes slowly began to subside until all she could see was the face of a man, staring back at her with cold eyes. He was pale with long dark hair and a smirk played across his features.
Liana shot up out of bed, breathing heavily. She glanced around her darkened room expecting something from her dreams to pop out of the woodwork, but nothing happened. She slowed her breathing back down and rolled over trying to get back to sleep.
