I was daydreaming again. But this time it felt like I was somewhere else, like in a another person's body. My head was spinning and I felt sick to my stomach. What the hell was happening? I just tried to ignore and continue to fill up my gas for the car. I was at a Gulf station and the car was low on gas. But the feeling wouldn't stop, and I felt faint. I tried to shake it off but the feeling wouldn't stop.
My knees went weak and sweat poured down my neck. All of a sudden my world began to go dark. I felt and saw nothing but blackness.
But then I saw a man. He was walking down a street during the night time. The only sound was his light footsteps and the beat of his heart. The man had a brown paper bag nuzzed to his right shoulder. He quietly hummed a bit and continued to walk, but stopped suddenly when a dark shadow loomed before him. He cleared his throat and began to walk diagnol to the other side of the road. Suddenly the dark shadow almost flew from the speed he was going at. It smacked the groceries out of his hand and threw him to about 30 feet. I saw how the shadow showed itself it looked beasly and demented... but somehow dog like.
I watched in horror as the creature tore the man apart, and upset how I automatically knew I couldn't do anything to stop it. Blood spattered on the pavement and listened to it growl, and saw-
"Dean! Dean! Someone call 911!"I woke up to the sound of brother horrified.
"Oh god..." I moaned as my head throbbed painfully.
"Oh thank god,Dean!" MY brother said with an added sigh of relief. "You're okay?" I nodded as I didn't have the words to speak.
I felt weak and fragile. A feeling I have never felt before... But I struggled but managed to stand up. I trudged onward towards the car and opened up the driver's side when my brother stopped me right in my tracks. "Dean, you are in no condition to drive." He stated with his arms crossed.
"Oh, sammy I can do-" I tried to get my way into driving. I'm showing my younger brother my weakness, and more than anything he is defiently not touching my car...
"Dean, i'm not letting you do it!" He declared as I tried to worm my way in but epically failed as his blocked the door. "You can't even walk."
"But sam-" I was cut off shorted as he shook his head no.
"Dude just get in please, we are holding up the line!" Sam said pointing behind to a line of angry cars. "Dude- just eh- you can punch me if you get into the passenger seat." He bribed.
"Eh... sounds like a deal." As much as I wanted to punch Sam I was still reluctant to get in. He helped me into the car and as soon as we took off I started to nod off due to the fact that I completely shot.
I woke up suddenly as Sam violenty shook me. I looked surprised as realized my car was intact. We were at a motel.
