I ran out through the back gate. Straight to where I was able to see the horror itself surround me. To the left of me, to the right of me, right ahead of me, everywhere was carnage. There were bodies of the neighbours I once called me dear friends, sprawled along the road, bloodied and torn apart. What was I witnessing? What was I looking over? I could not bring myself to believe that this could be real. I was in a dream, no, a nightmare. I had to wake up from this. Falling to my knees, I had one more glance around, there was no sign of any movement anywhere, except from the flames flickering from the cars and houses. There was no still no sign of her. Where had she gone? Was she really dead or was she still alive? At this moment I had no idea. No idea even what to do.
I finally came to realisation, that if this were to be real, then where I was right now, was not a safe bet for survival. I quickly got myself back up and entered back into my back garden. Once again, I collapsed to my knees, what I had seen, my stomach could not bear. I got up again stumbled over to the door, slid it open, walked through and slid it back closed. I pulled a stool and sat down by the counter. Laid my head in my hands and thoughts started to run through my head. For a while, I was sitting there contemplating ending it all at that moment, hoping that I would wake up and it would all just be a dream, wondering where she had gone, what I had seen outside my gate, my friends, my family, what of my family? I got up and walked over to the phone and dialled the number for my dads apartment. There was no service. I dialled her number and again, no service.
Not so long had past, into this nightmare an already was I lost. What was I to do? I opened up the cupboard, grabbed the bottle of scotch and a glass. Sat back down at the counter and poured myself a drink. Another and another, one after each other. What else better to do in a situation such as this? Maybe if I fall asleep here, I would wake up on the other side. So I tried, I poured myself another drink. This would be my last, so here is a toast to everyone I knew, everyone I loved. If I am dreaming, then I will embrace the moment I wake up and see you all on the other side. If not, then all is lost and I will have no other choice but to end it all. Let us see what awaits us on the other side of all this.
I woke up. I could hear voices.
