Citadel
Disturbed by how vivid the memory had been Liz closed up and headed up stairs to fall into a restless sleep filled with confused nightmares.
"Liz? Liz?" she opened her eyes to see Max staring worriedly at her face.
"Max? Is that really you?" her voice filled with hope.
"She's not waking up, I don't know what to do" pain crept into his voice.
"Check her pulse!" A voice from behind Max demanded, it sounded so familiar.
"Alex!" she smiled as she saw his face. "She doesn't have a pulse," he paused putting one glowing hand over her chest "I can't heal her either!" Tears fell down his cheeks
"What do you mean? Who?" Liz questioned but no one responded.
"I'm sorry Maxell." Michael placed a hand on Max's shoulder.
"No! No! She can't be gone!" Maria screamed, as Alex stumbled backwards the anguish overcoming him.
"What do we do with her body." Isabel asked through a veil of sorrow.
"WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?" Liz screamed.
"It's not hers anymore" Max stated bluntly
"I know... I mean how she died... how do we explain it, or do we just leave her out here"
"We can't just leave her here!" Alex snapped "She deserves a proper burial." Alex's voice piercing, Tess clung to Kyle as he cried silently.
"My dad he can do something with... Oh God!" Kyle turned and vomited on to the ground behind him.
"I can't believe she's gone." Tess stated solemnly
"I'm right here!" Liz said becoming exasperated she got up from the ground and turned to see a horrifying scene.
All her friends stood around her, lying torn and broken on the ground. The same tear decorated her stomach but her body was contorted in a disturbing and ugly way, her neck twisted too far to the left, dark blood dripped from her mouth, and her eyes frozen in a look of complete terror.
She stood there staring at her damaged body which was staring at the ground. She gasped at the disfigured version of herself. Someone behind her tapped her on the shoulder but when she spun around she was met by a blinding light that brought her back to reality.
Liz sat up gasping for air and covered in a cold sweat. No matter how much time passed she never stopped having that dream that horrified and confused her. Every night she fell asleep only to wake up several hours later frightened and unable to drift back to sleep. So she stepped out on to her cold dark balcony and sat on the lawn chair she had spent so many sleepless nights on since that night.
'Another day awaits us tomorrow' her imaginary self spoke, her words echoing inside her brain. 'Another day of being the living dead, I hope you're enjoying it because this is it. This is your life now'
She sat unable to look at the stars that she had once loved, enraged by them and how they had ruined everything. The clouds passed covering their bright light.
"Nice to know someone's looking after me." Sarcasm dripping from her words like honey.