Bête noire

I woke up tonight in a cold sweat. The nightmares presist, they all start the same.

It starts with me sitting at home, looking out the window of my living room. Its a summer day, sunny, beautiful, idillic. But then I hear screams, the sky darkens and death engulfs my perfect world. Plumes of black smoke chokes the sky, blocking out the sun. Then I see Thomas, standing in the street, crying, my green dog in his hands. Then I hear the moaning and muffled shuffling of many feet. I grab for Sweetness or the LeMat or anything, but there is nothing there. I begin to run, to grab him, to get him to safety. I reach him and pick him up, tearing up the street, away from the moaning...

But to its no use, they are everywhere. Theyre dead eyes blankly staring, theyre rotting hands, caked in blood and gore, reaching out. I recognized each face, Mr. Bridges, a girl I used to flirt with at the Starbucks, my Mother, my Father, my Pastor, my friends, my family, my teachers, everyone. I see Aurelia and the others, they are also trying to get me, they have become one of the horde. I come to the Duncan Garden, I run towards the fountain at the center. There is a figure sitting in the fountain, it looks like the women form the trip down to Walla Walla.

But as I get closer the figure turns its head, its me. Filthy, bloody, starved, and goant, I simply say, "Why, can you tell me why?". In my lap is Thomas, his stomach hanging open, guts displayed, eyes fixed on my own, seeming to ask me the same question. This is generally when I wake up...

Im losing my damn mind...