A/N- Sorry if the beginning confuses you but I had to motivate myself so please bear with me.

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Boom!

There was an explosion to my right, debris flew past me and I fell to the ground. I lay there for a moment but I knew I must get up. I pushed up on the ground and stumbled forward as there was another explosion behind me. As I fell again I felt a dim feeling of pain when my knees scraped against rough stone.

I was on a rocky Cliffside overlooking a vast ocean. My head whipped around as I looked for the source of the explosions.

There appeared to be a Star Wars age hovercraft circling around in the cloudy gray sky. I assumed it to be the threat so I quickly scrambled away when it started coming back around but there was nowhere for me to go. As it flew closer I backed up as far as I could to the edge. When it was only a few feet away I to another step and fell over the edge. I hit the water with a smack. I tried to swim up but the surface seemed so far away. I began to feel an out of bodied lightheadedness from lack of oxygen. When I thought my lungs would burst I finally broke the surface.

Near the base of the cliff there was a small house, I swam toward it hoping to find people. It wasn't long before I was crawling up onto the shore. I lay there for a while trying to catch my breath, when I looked up there was a gun pointed between my eyes.

"Who are you?" an oddly familiar voice attached to a strangely familiar body demanded. For a moment I didn't answer and the gun was pressed to my skin, "I asked you a question."

"Germania, now get that gun out of my face,"

The gun was pressed down harder, "What are you doing here?"

"I fell over the cliff, somebody was chasing me. What's going on? Who are you?"

"What do you mean 'what's going on'? You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?" I asked, annoyed that he ignored my second question.

"The virus! Don't you know about the virus?"

"No, I didn't know about this 'virus'. What does it do?"

"In all the cases we've seen it bring out the more primitive instincts and aggressive behaviors of people." the pressure on the gun lessened a little.

"How is it transmitted? How do you tell them from people who aren't infected?"

"I think it's transferred when an infected person attacked a normal person they bite and it is passed through the saliva. You know kind of like zombies. But that's just what I'm guessing. People who are infected generally attack as soon as they see you. Like they just go insane, you know."

"If that's true why do you have a gun to my head?"

"How do I know you didn't just come to take our stuff?"

"Do I look well equipped enough to get away with that?" I demanded.

"Well... I guess not but I still don't trust you!" the gun was pulled away completely and I sighed in relief. "My name is Rome by the way," Rome kept his gun pointed at me and glared down suspiciously at me, I couldn't help but feel that it was wrong somehow.

I stood carefully, "So you said 'our', I take it you have a group then."

"Yes, you can come inside and meet them but I'm not letting you out of my sight," I rolled my eyes but nodded, he lead me into the house.

It wasn't a small house but it want large either. When we walked in the front door a little boy ran up to us, "Are you okay? Who is that?" he pointed at me.

Rome smiled at the kid and kneeled down to his height, "I'm fine, this is Germania he's... Not infected." for a guy who just decided not to let me out of his sight he apparently trusted me enough to turn his back to me. That or he was just stupid.

At the sound of Rome's voice more children ran in from what appeared to be the kitchen. There were seven in all two boys and five girls. The boy who ran up to Rome looked about nine, the oldest. There was another girl who looked the same age. The other boy looked about six and the other four looked about the same age.

They leapt toward us but when they did they started floating. One of the oldest girl floated toward me an put a finger to my head and pushed lightly, suddenly I was falling backward off a building. I tried to flip around so that I would land on my feet, not my back. My stomach was doing flips from such a long drop but I didn't close my eyes. I landed with a horrible thud in a small jungle like town which was overgrown with vines. I looked around for other people but it seemed deserted. Then I felt someone touch my shoulder. I spun around to see Rome only with a huge pair of black wings standing very close with a serious expression on his face.

"I am the angel of death," he said, "come with me." he picked me up bridal style and flew up into the sky.

"We must visit the volcano of truth," he said as a giant hovering upside down volcano with roots growing out the top, or where the top should have been.

I gave the volcano a sideways look, "Hey," I shouted over the wind, "I bet that thing isn't active."

Rome looked at me with disbelief, "What are you talking about? Of course it's active!"

"What!? But that's-" I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence because at that moment Rome dropped me. I fell down, down, down but I was caught by some sort of beam. I looked up to find Rome once again, this time in a soldiers uniform.

"Good day to ya!" he greeted. At this point I decided that the only thing Rome brought was trouble so I shot him in the forehead with a gun that apparently materialized in my hands. He crumbled to the ground and the tractor beam dropped me. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming sense that I had done something very, very wrong.

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I gasped as I was suddenly forced awake by somebody shaking me rather roughly.

Rome looked down at me concerned, "Hey, are you alright? You looked like you were having a nightmare."

I blinked, trying to remember what was going on. I looked around, I was laying on the floor in Rome's room... We had gone to bed after watching a Star Wars marathon. No school today because of teacher conferences.

"I'm fine," I assure him, "I just had an odd dream.."

"What about?"

"Nothing, it's a long story," plus whenever I told people my long dreams they always looked at me with a 'shut up I don't care' face.

"Awe, come on! You have to tell me!"

"No."

"Pretty please!"

I rolled my eyes, "There was a zombie apocalypse sort of thing and it was weird, okay?"

This seemed to satisfy him well enough because he flopped down onto his bed.

We spent the rest of the day doing trivial little things that friends do and when I left I was in a fairly good mood even though I still felt a little bad for shooting him in my dream. This mood was affectively shattered when I realized my parents were home.

My mom was all over me as soon as I walked in, "And where have you been?" she demanded, hands on her hips.

"At Rome's," I said evenly.

She rolled her eyes, "Of course I should have guessed. He is a bad influence and you need all the help you can get. I mean look at you. We can have you drifting any farther than you already are."

I was sick and tired of hearing about how much of a failure I was. Sick and tired.

My hands curled into fists, "And why do you think I 'drifted' so far?"

"What?"

"Why do you think I turned out the way I did? Did you ever think that it might not be my fault, that it might actually be your fault?"

She seemed shocked, "How on earth could this be my fault?"

"Well, it may have something to do with how when other kid were going with their parents on trips to the zoo I was told 'stay with the babysitter and don't fuss about it'. How you were never there to guide me in the 'right' direction. How even now you're never here and when you are here all you do is tell me how I'm hurting your image. And when people were over you would tell them how perfect everything was when it wasn't. I think under the circumstances I could have turned out much, much worse. And Rome. Rome, he's my only friend and I come home and you tell me that we can't be friends. That he's a 'bad influence'. For the love of god he's encouraging me to socialize, get out and interact. Honestly he's probably going to be what saves me from becoming a homicidal maniac. I mean have you ever seriously considered stabbing somebody? It's a scary thing." it just kept coming, everything came pouring out. All the anger and frustration built up over the years.

My mother had gone pale and looked close to tears. I couldn't bring myself to be sympathetic, "Oh god, it is our fault- my fault," she put her hands on her cheeks and took a deep breath trying to calm herself, "I'm a horrible person, a horrible mother. They told me I wasn't ready for a baby but I didn't listen, I told them I would have the most perfect little boy anyone could ask for. But it was hard and there was work to be done and-" she choked down a sob, "I just wasn't ready I guess, I wasn't prepared for the responsibility and you were the one who was punished because of it. I'm so, so sorry," the tears were pouring now, "I can't blame you if you don't forgive me, I certainly don't deserve it," she stepped forward and put her arms around me. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

I stiffened at first, not sure whether to forgive her or not. Maybe she did make me feel miserable my whole life but I was beginning to feel a tiny bit bad about making her cry. Then again my entire life.

I finally decided and hugged her back, it couldn't hurt to try to make things better. There were broken laughs through her crying. We stood there for a while. As her tears slowed and her breathing grew steady she began to comb my hair with her fingers.

"Why didn't you say anything before?" she asked.

"I'm not very good at communication," I murmured weakly.

She let a small laugh, "Well I guess that makes two of us. I never meant to be so horrible to you- I just- I've always been too controlling and can't shut up if I'm on a roll," she paused a moment, "I'm going to make this better, I promise." then she let go and backed up, crossing her arms over her chest, "Now then, off to bed with you. There is school tomorrow you know."

I nodded and headed toward the stairs.

"And Germania," she called.

I turned back, "Yes?"

"Next time something is bothering you don't be afraid to say something," she smiled, "Goodnight."

I gave her a small smile, "Goodnight,"

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A/N- Hey guys, it's been a while, huh?

This is the reason I hate all those stupid you know dream scenes where suddenly everything is made clear to the character. I have never had a dream that has made any sense whatsoever let alone one that gives me the key to life and whatnot. Germania's dream made too much sense to be a dream but I tried.

It's a good thing Germania is so forgiving... Well, maybe not so much forgiving as willing to make things better. And have you ever thought about stabbing someone? It seem like a scary thing to consider to me, not that I've ever done it...

I wrote the first part while my Internet was down and I was watching Star Wars. So if it seems a bit odd...

And thank you all for your wonderful alerts/favorites/reviews : )

I don't know when the next update will be because school is kicking me in the gut so I'm sorry.

I OWN NOTHING.

May the force be with you,

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