Dream Of Nightmare Chapter One

Dream

(One)

Eyes followed my every move. I moved my arms and legs to make sure that they were okay. When I tried to stretch my arms, many old women gasped and ran to the closest corner. What are they so afraid of? I looked at my clothes. I was wearing a regular black t-shirt, regular blue jeans, and a pair of Nike's. Nice. Then I looked around the cabin again for some kind of clue. I didn't trust my voice yet. If an old lady reacted that way from moving my arm, what kind of reaction would I get from speaking? I found out that there was an upstairs, and in many different places in the cabin, were holes. Not bird house holes either. No, these holes looked like that they were made by a savaged punch.

"What happened to the walls of the cabin?" I whispered. I figured that it would be easier on the other people in the cabin.

"Them," hissed a woman in her late 30s or early 40s. She had on on dress that looked like a potato sack. And no shoes.

"Them? Who are they?" I asked. Why did she use so much venom for that one word?

"Demons sent from the Devil himself to torture the salvation that God had made for us. Monsters created from the blackest part of the heart. Mutants created from chemical experiments secretly done by the government of the night. Those repulsive, hideous creatures are zombies. And worse," said someone to my right.

I turned to see who it was. He had short brown hair in the back, with bangs that were parted on the left side of his face and covered his forehead. When I saw his face, I gasped. His face was scarred with huge scratches that went from his right temple to the bottom of his left jaw. And they were still covered with his blood. But his eyes were still a perfect color of blue. Like ice. Why do they look so familiar? He was wearing a navy blue t-shirt with black slacks and a pair of black and white Vans.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Someone who knows what those beings are capable of."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"That's none of your business, now is it? Who are you anyway? I've never seen you hear before. How did you get here?" he asked sharply. But his eyes were full of panic. Why?

"Now don't yell at the young child! You know that's not polite-"an old woman began.

"Don't you dare say my name!" he screamed.

"Fine. But I don't understand why you are being so rude to someone who is still human. And she's close to your age, too." she finished.

I actually heard what the nice old lady said. This guy what the only one close to my age? I started looking around everyone in the room. Turns out that granny was right. Everyone else was in his/her mid thirties and older. He was the only one close to my age, and he looked like he was in his mid twenties. And I don't even know his name.

When he turned once more to look at me, I saw that his eyes were full of sadness. I wonder why. And why doesn't he want me to know his name? Does it have anything to do with what he said early? I wonder what happened...