A/N: A big shout out to those that reviewed the last chapter! Really appreciate it!
I know I said there wont be all that many of these note things, but they help so they're going to stay. Skip them if you want.
As I said last time, I only own the survivors of my story and the plot. All special infected and the green flu belong to Valve.
Chapter 1: Dream, Nightmare, or Reality?
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My alarm clock. My room. My bed. Oh God, I'm home! I jump out of bed, carelessly tossing my covers and sheets off my bed and onto the floor, and run into the kitchen. My mom! I run up and embrace her in a bear hug.
"My god, Mom… I love you so much. I just want you to know that." I mumble into her shoulder.
"Hey, it's all right." My mom's sweet soft voice is music to my ears, and I'm instantly comforted. "What's wrong?" Her voice holds the slightest bit of concern in that question.
"I had the worst nightmare ever. Almost everyone close to me was either dead or a zombie!" I exclaim.
"It's okay, Damien, it was just a bad dream." Again, her voice soothes me. "Your dad has off today, so we're having a family day."
Dad?
"Where's Dad?" I'm sure my voice is dripping with worry.
"Don't worry. He's at the store right now." Guess it was.
The day was spent rather well, with playing games and watching movies. I was ecstatic to be with my family, and this is probably going to sound somewhat bad, but, I was most happy to spend time with my two year old little brother, Colby. I can't believe I let a simple nightmare shake me so badly.
"Hey, Damien, would you mind babysitting while your mom and I go to Blockbuster to get more movies?" My dad asks.
"Sure." I reply without thinking much of it. I turn to the news just as a live report is being broadcast.
"There have been numerous reports of people savagely murdering by beating others to death or eating them alive."
Oh no. I heard the front door slam open.
"Damien! Grab whatever can be used as a weapon and get the family into the suburban!" Dad yells frantically.
"Where's Mom?" I ask.
No answer. Shit.
I got the family into the suburban in record time, along with some shovels and baseball bats. I run back inside and grab every ones' backpacks. As I go to grab mine, I also grab my favorite hat, a red and white mesh trucker cap with a little white tow truck on the front.
I throw everything into the trunk and get in just as my dad speeds out of the driveway.
What I saw were sights similar to my so-called "dream".
I saw my childhood friend Shaun, from Arizona, running from a horde. Without a second thought I jump out of the moving car, grabbing my aluminum bat as I do, and run to his aide.
"Hey." I greet.
"Sup."
I turned around to lead Shaun back to the suburban, only to see it get crushed by an oncoming semi-truck. Shock and grief take hold of my being as the great fireball that was my family and personal belongings burns to dust and ash.
I faintly hear Shaun's voice screaming my name. It's starting to get louder. Louder. Louder… Wait a minute, that's not Shaun's voice.
My eyes open to a blurry image of a beautiful visage of a woman leaning over me.
"Mom?" I ask wearily, but hopefully.
"No, silly, it's me, Jasmine. You fell asleep and broke into a cold sweat. What was your dream about?" She asked. The question was laced with badly hidden concern and worry.
"Nothing." I reply solemnly. I knew she knew I was lying through my teeth.
Well, I guess my "Dream" is my reality.
End chapter 1