Blood dripping into the small cracks, bodies laying all around. I am scared and I have no idea what to do. I am one of the last survivors in my state. I am all alone with no one to talk to. When I sleep, I hear the sounds of gunshots and screams coming from the streets. I open my eyes.
"It's just a dream..."
The problem was that it was a flashback rather than a dream.
"It's just a dream..."
The problem was that it was a flashback rather than a dream.