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Chapter 4

Everything is fuzzy.

Blurry.

I can't recognize anything; it's all just shapes that I can barely make out.

Slowly, things start to come into focus.

I'm in a dimly lit room inside of an apartment, and the walls are painted a yellowy orange colour.

I hate that colour.

Nothing is hung on the walls besides an oval shaped mirror, and the only other thing I can see in the room is an ugly fake leather couch. Christ, this room is so dull.

For some reason I'm lying on the floor in the middle of the room. I have no idea how I got here, or why the hell I'm on the floor in the first place.

I lift myself up and lean against my elbows. Ugh, bloody hell my head hurts. I touched my hand to my forehead only to feel a huge gash across it. When I bring my hand down, I looked at my fingers which were now covered in blood.

My blood.

No big deal, there's no need to panic. I've witnessed my blood being spilled multiple times before, so I was pretty used to the sight of it. But fresh blood is never a good thing.

I slowly get up and make my way over to the mirror to see if it was as deep as I thought it was.

My first thought after seeing my face in the mirror was "holy shit I look like hell." and not "this wound needs to be taken care of!" Obviously someone is a little more conceited than usual. I start to run out of the room and towards a hall to see if there's a bathroom with medical supplies in this dump.

BANG BANG!

The sound of gunshots was coming from the front door. I stop dead in my tracks, and turned around just in time to see a door open. Just as quickly as it opened, it was slammed shut and locked. The girl that came through the door sighed and leaned against it. She lowered her head and looked down at the ground. I bet she still hasn't noticed me staring at her.

I took a step towards her and cleared my throat so she would notice there was someone else in the room. Her head snapped up to look at me, with a scared look on her face. But that quickly faded and was replaced by a look of adoration and love.

My jaw almost dropped to the floor.

She's supposed to be dead.

"Oh, hey Brooks," she said smiling brightly. "That was a close call back there! I almost got eaten alive. But anyway, I'm really glad you woke up." She walked towards me and embraced me in a huge hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me, and out of nowhere, I started bawling my eyes out on her shoulder.

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours when she pulled back and looked at me with concerned eyes.

"What's wrong Brooks?"

I took a few deep breaths before answering her. "I missed you so much." I mumbled sadly. She didn't say anything, and just stared at my face. I took this moment of silence to truly take in the fact that she was breathtakingly gorgeous. She had cute freckles across her perfectly shaped button nose, adorable heart shaped lips, and beautiful milk chocolate brown eyes. Her hair was an amazing cherry red colour that no one should be able to pull off, but seemed to be able to and did it so well. It shaped her face wonderfully. Crap, I'm gushing a tad now aren't I? Let's just say this girl was perfect.

Perfect for me.

I snapped out of my stupor when I noticed that she had started blushing, probably realizing that I was checking her out. Her lips curled into a smile, and started moving her face closer to mine until we were resting our foreheads together.

"We should get that cut cleaned up." I felt her breath on my lips as she whispered to me, and it made a shiver run up my spine. She placed a soft kiss on my lips before breaking apart and grabbed my hand, dragging me towards what I assumed was the bathroom. I looked down at our intertwined fingers and noticed her arm was bleeding. I stopped walking once I realized the source of the blood.

She had been bitten.

My eyes grew wide and my heart felt like it had just sunk into my shoes.

Fuck. Now I know its dream, and I know that this is the worst part of the dream.

I try so hard to force myself to wake up, but it doesn't seem to be working. Tears start to swell up in my eyes. The only way to wake up from this dream is to either finish it, or kill myself.

I couldn't finish it. It would be too painful.

I knew that killing myself worked because I had used it to escape this exact dream once before. But the other times I tried to do it, it never seemed to work, whether it be I didn't have my gun with me, or the trigger wouldn't pull. I had to do it.

I tugged on my hand, which was still holding hers, and brought her close to me. I pulled her into a passionate kiss. I knew that this would be the last time I would kiss her or at least until the next time I have this dream. I moved our lips away, and gave her a hug. Stepping away from her, I reached down to my hip, relieved that my gun was in its holster. I pulled it out, and pressed it against my head.

"What are you doing?" She had tears in her eyes, and was trembling. It broke my heart seeing her like this. But I had to do it.

I slowly squeezed the trigger, and took a deep breath.

"No! Please, don't!" She was crying now and had the saddest look on her face. "Don't do this Rachel."

"I love you Kathryn."

BANG!

I shot up from my bed, and was breathing hard. I felt tears rolling down my face and lifted my hand up to wipe them away. Hah. I totally just woke myself up from that nightmare. I was laughing quietly to myself, trying not to wake up the other survivors.

Then it hit me. Fresh tears started streaming down my eyes and I struggled to choke back a sob. I miss Katy so fucking much and I'll probably end up having that dream again soon. I better start trying to avoid sleep again.

I sat crying silently for a while longer until I finally decided to get up and have a smoke. I pushed myself out of bed and slipped on a t-shirt over the tank top that I had slept in. I reached into the pocket of my leather coat and grabbed my smokes, and put my gun holster on my waist. I checked to see if it was fully loaded before slipping it back in the holster and putting my shoes on. Once I was all set, I checked my watch and saw that the sun should just be rising now. I silently left the room, and walked down the halls to the front door.

Peeking through a small crack in the boarded up windows, I noticed that there was a few zombies lazily shuffling around. Sweet, some early morning kills before I have a cigarette. My favourite.

I whipped out my gun and opened the door. Taking aim at the first zombie, I squeezed the trigger and exhaled slowy.

Yes! Head shot! I smirked slightly as I moved on to the next target. Another down, and four to go. Now three. Nope, make that two. I laughed out loud when I noticed one of the zombies was, or used to be, a stripper. Boob tassels and all. BAM! There goes stripperella. Haha, I make myself laugh. One left. I decide to screw around with this one, shooting out both its kneecaps which caused it to collapse. I whistled to it, and its head snapped up to look at me. A scary(ish) moan escaped from its mouth as it dragged itself towards me. Usually that sight scared me shitless, but for some reason I didn't seem to mind it on this special occasion. Aiming right between its eyes, I shot and put it out of its misery.

Well that was easy.

I sighed and reached into the pocket of my jeans and pulled out one cigarette and my silver Zippo lighter. I put the cig in my mouth and lit it, inhaling the smoke slowly. When I exaled, I breathed out little smoke circles to try and keep my mind off the dream I just had. It was actually kind of amazing that a little bit of nicotine can calm someone down a lot. I closed my eyes and leaned against the door, clearing my mind so I thought of nothing as I enjoyed my cigarette.

When I had finished my smoke, I decided just to stay as I was for a bit longer. I started contemplating whether I should grab my stuff and leave so I can avoid getting in too deep, when the door beside me shot open. I quickly pulled out my gun and aimed it at the thing that had just bursted through the door, ready to shoot it at any moment.

"For fucks sake, put the gun down." I realized that the "thing" was just Wichita. God, did she have to be such a stuck up bitch?

"Sorry..."

"Whatever. Are you leaving or something? 'Cause it looks like it to me."

"I was actually thinking of leaving, but seeing as you're so fucking nice to me, I'm being sarcastic by the way," she rolled her as at that. "I've decided to stay. But it won't be for very long."

She sighed and her eyes softened a little bit. I also noticed a little smile pulling at the edges of her lips.

"Well, thats good because I really think we could use your help."

I gave her a small smile. "Why would you of all people need my help?"

She chuckled and gave me a smile. "Oh, shutup and get back inside. We need to get moving soon."

"Yes ma'am, right away." I said, snickering and giving her an army salute.

I walked past her as she opened the door for me, and she punched me playfully in the arm.

Her level of bitchyness isn't as bad, and I had a feeling over time it would get better. I snapped out of my happy thoughts and told myself that I can't get attatched.

I couldn't have more dreams like that one.

Did you like it? I made it longer just for you guys (: I will reveal the rest of the dream soon, and i'll try to make it as sad as i envisioned it.

Questions or comments? :)

i shall get working on chapter 5 a.s.a.p!

oh and you can also give me suggestions on what to include in the story if you like. im also looking for funny ideas for titles for the chapters :)

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