by Cory Mccoy
I woke up to the sound of an explosion in the distance.
"Guys?" I yelled, wondering what was happening. "Hey where are you?"
No answer, I got out of the tub and got dressed, not wasting time drying off. My arm didn't hurt at all, in fact it looked perfectly normal. I rushed out of the bathroom and found myself in an alleyway. I knew this place, it was where Liz and I had been mugged in New York. How did I get here?
Something was off, it was much too quiet for New York. I ran out of the alley, looking desperately for anyone to tell me what was happening, what the fuck was happening?
I was so frantic that I tripped and fell face first on the side walk. I looked back to see what I had fallen on. It was a child's body. I was horrified, as I got up, I saw cars wrecked in the street. Everywhere there were bodies.
"Calm down," I told myself, I would figure this out. As I tried to gather my nerves, I walked further down the street. There was no sign of life anywhere.
So I kept walking. I walked for hours, nothing seemed right. I would look at a building one moment and then when I looked back it was something else entirely. I knew it was a dream, but I couldn't wake myself.
I was trapped within my own nightmare, unable to escape. Unable to figure out what had happened. I had walked for miles and seen nothing but dead bodies, some of them so familiar, yet so vague. I couldn't quite remember who these people were, but I was sure I had known them.
"Heeey! HEYYY!" I yelled desperately, I had finally found someone. He was a decent sized guy, tall with broad shoulders wearing a camouflage uniform. He must be with the military. By now, I was sure this was a dream, but I needed his help.
"Hey, talk to me man!" I demanded grabbing his shoulder, because he wouldn't turn around. When he spun around, what I saw left me stunned and stumbling backward, falling to the ground.
Without a word, this man who looked just like me, maybe it was me, lifted a pistol toward my head.
