It all started when I had my dream.
It went something like this:
Fang and I are in the School. The smell of medicine and cleaning supplies fill my nose. For some reason, I know that Fang and I are here to rescue some kids. I don't know why we're here, because the School must have been destroyed in the apocalypse. Then I realize I'm dreaming.
I turn to Fang. Strong, silent, handsome Fang. My best friend and soul mate.
"Where to?" I ask him. Fang shrugs and points to the nearest door. "Let's start at the beginning."
"Thank you, Mister Helpful." I say snarkily. "I couldn't have done it without you."
Fang gives me his sly half-smile and we peek through the crack in the door. I almost pass out at what I see.
Two adorable kids, a boy and a girl, are strapped to vertical stretchers. They both look about 3 years old, but they look around intelligently, like they can already talk and walk. But what stuns me is their appearances.
The girl has naturally tan skin and Fang's dark eyes. Her hair, though, is the exact same shade of brown-blonde as mine. The boy has black hair like Fang's, tan skin like his sister's, and my light brown eyes. Well, I guess they're brother and sisters. They must be, because they look just like me and Fang.
I hear Fang's breath stop short. The little girl raises her head as if she heard that faint noise. I make a split-second decision.
I slip inside.
The kids' eyes widen. "Who are you?" The boy asks in a voice that sounds like Fang minus sixteen years. I can tell he's trying to be brave for his sister, and the kid is only, like, three.
The little girl beams. "I know who they are!" she says. She fixes her gaze on me. "You're my mommy," she says solemnly, "And you," she says to Fang, "are my daddy."