Chapter Six:
September 22 1940
Green. Never in her life had Alana seen such green. Rich grass grew as far as her eye could see. They had grass in the city but never this much, never this hue. She knew she must be somewhere she had never been before.
A short distance off she saw the figure of a small child, a little boy with curly brown hair. She'd never seen him before but her subconscious knew who he was. At the same time he recognized her and took off running in her direction.
"Mama! Mama!" He called outstretching his arms.
Smiling she took off running to him as well, her heart racing with joy. Just a short distance away from him she heard the growl of an engine behind her. It was a sound she knew well.
"Erik?!" she gasped spinning around. But he wasn't there. Nothing was there.
"Mama! Help me!"
Spinning back around she saw her child suddenly entangled by what looked like green tentacles coming up from the ground. One was holding each wrist and a thick one climbed up his body and holding a vice like grip on his neck. She sprinted as the sound of her child's screaming grew louder.
"Mama! Mama! Help me!"
He stretched out his arms as far as he was able, reaching out for her, feet unable to move. Reaching him she tried to grab hold of the ends of the vines as they writhed around.
"Don't worry sweetheart. It's okay," she said, though gasping with fright.
Another vine reached out from behind him, wrapping around his chest, and pulled him away out of her grasp. Something she could only describe as a green shark head struck out of the ground cackling with laughter.
"Mama!" He screamed one last time before the plant pulled him into its jaws. As fast as it had appeared it was gone, disappearing completely in the grass which returned as if nothing happened.
"No!" she cried getting down on the ground and pounding the earth, "No! No! No!"
It was too late. He was gone. The sound of the engine caused her to lift her head. A short ways off stood the plump blonde woman from this morning. Smirking she outstretched her arm pointing directly at Alana. The engine roared again and behind her emerged a motorcycle racing directly toward her, growing closer and closer.
She woke with a start. Grabbing her heart she tried to calm her breathing. It was a silly fear but it felt so real at the time. But she was back now. Back at her apartment where nothing could hurt her, right? Her apartment wasn't anything special, and she had very little to call her own. Lacking a vase she had placed her carnations in a tall glass and rested them on her table. She smiled at them now.
She pulled herself off the couch and ran her hand across the back of her neck. She didn't realize she had fallen asleep. Glancing out the window she saw the sun was just finishing setting. Suddenly she realized the reality of her dream.
He'd be home from work by now. His wife would be there waiting for him to tell him the events of the day. Alana hadn't given her name but she could easily be described. He'd know who she was, where to find her, and what she was carrying.
Placing both her hands in her face her staggered breathing returned and her heart began to race. She couldn't stay. She was a sitting duck. But she had nowhere to go. She had no friends. No one would help. Suddenly she remembered one.
"Come by if you need anything. Any help at all."
Her thoughts were interrupted by someone pounding, like thunder, on her door.
