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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Paranormal · #2281009
another dream I had; but STILL EDITING
The air was dry, the evening drew near. We were parked in an older model brown van, on the farthest side of a grocery store parking lot. The store looked run-down, but we were getting hungry. I was the only one with a government food type of card; so, I looked to my dad who had Claire asleep in his arms; and asked if he wanted me to go for a food run.

A couple of blocks from our vehicle sat two young boys, probably teenagers, that overheard our conversation. They approached with caution, as they practically begged to go with me to the grocery store. I kept a stoic look and posture about me as I scanned the area carefully looking for signs of a trap. All, I saw was two frail and starving young boys.

"Please help us, we have not eaten in days"

Dad knew I was well prepared and well equipped. He nodded his head at Claire, then nodded back to me as a sign to let them come. Because for him, it was about keeping Claire safe.

I guided the kids to the grocery store. It was airy and ridged. Brown smoke emitted the entirety of the room. They were grabbing all kinds of g foods. One was a pizza that was already cooked, and though not yet purchased; we began to eat a slice anyway. The teens were acting like teens and mingling with other teens. For a moment I almost forgot that I was grown.

Then a shriek came from a room in the back. A young black woman of medium stature screamed a second time when rats crawled behind her and scurried past her feet. Rats suddenly appeared everywhere. I then began to vomit the pizza I stupidly took bites of earlier. I then realized the grocery store was shortly abandoned and the teens along with the black woman began running out of the store.

I also ran to avoid some sort of disease and get back to my family. As I finally made it back the teens were nowhere to be seen but something else grotesque was dragging my way.

A couple of weak young lads in their 20s with horror on their face was dragging chains. Attached to the chains was the bloody remains of a still scarcely breathing woman. The woman had been separated at the abdomen and her guts were hanging out she was still joined at the spine. The two lads were trying to keep the woman together but with only 2 of them plus the apparent loss of reality on their faces; clearly, they needed some sort of help. But at that moment, I was slowly backing up not sure if the help they needed was of me or my family.

I woke up.
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