Surviving zombie attack

Two days ago I saw in my dreams that the country I was in fell under zombie attack. It wasn’t like in the movies. Those zombies didn’t run faster than wind nor did they attack randomly. Their eyes were faded and they could feel the light and their hearing remained good. They couldn’t see in dark.

I was one in the group of survivors. None of us knew each other before the attack. Nobody cared of what had happened to their relatives. Not because we didn’t cared, but it was painful to think about it. I think there was about 10 or 12 of us.

We were living in a train of two wagons. It was in constant movement from one end station to another and back. We never stopped unless we had to take fuel. It made us predictable on our path, yes, but we quickly realized that the zombies were easier to kill with something big and massive that would run over them. Zombies were actually our smallest problem, it was the other survivors, who caused us headache. Besides, if you traveled on that thing most of the week, we soon didn’t notice the noise or shaking.

In both wagons stationed 5 or 6 people. Ours had small coupes, so we nested there, covering half of the floor with matrices and piling everything else with food or other things we had. Most of the action went in scenes.

Scene nr 1:

We had stopped at station. It was rule never to leave the door open. Another rule was not to yell or scream or do anything else that would bring attention to us. No yelling and leaving light on in the nighttime was another rule to follow. We had one girl, who started to feel very safe and started to forget to keep her voice down.

One evening I opened my coupe’s door and saw that the “front door” was open. I saw a man leave. Right at that time the girl came again, shouting something to the back of the wagon. She went straight to the toilet to wash her hands and put the light on, too.

Moment later I saw the man return, backing away from the door and flatting himself behind the bar table next to the door. He moved quickly and did it quietly. Second later I saw the reason. A zombie came in. It didn’t look either way, went straight to the toilet and next what we heard was death screams.

Nobody went to help her. Instead I pulled immediately back in my compartment and hid myself in the nearest shadow. I could see from where I was laying how more of them came on the train. They went past the man behind the counter and they came in my room too. One of them punched itself against me. But I kept my breathing shallow. They couldn’t hear quiet tones. Nobody tried to kill them. It was easier to let them roam around a bit and then leave than waist ammo on them.

Then they left and after shutting the door, we let the operator know and left the station. We couldn’t clean unless we were moving. They could smell the blood. But we had to clean it up.

Scene nr 2:

I could use my cards to see what went on around us. One day we got a new member to our team, who looked exactly like blond Clea DuVall. She had landed on my bed and was in the middle of emptying her bag to show what she had, or she was searching for something. I don’t remember. We had stopped in a station. She had been running from someone.

Suddenly we heard a chainsaw right next to us. Someone was coming through the train wall. There was loud laughing on the other side. In my room were one more woman and two men. Though they all were armed, they couldn’t do anything. There was a lot of screaming and yelling, when I suddenly felt like we were being watched. So I stood up and saw two ghostly faces on the window. I showed the woman, who I had seen before somewhere, the middle finger. The ghostly faces evaporated and screaming started from the other side. “I told you she was looking right at me! Didn’t I?!”

I don’t know how it ended, the entire thing was interrupted by my alarm clock. There were other scenes and the story went on long, but I can only see images of it.

There was one thing though, which caught my eye and which I will definitely keep in mind for future. The new girl’s pencil case. Her bag didn’t have much in it to help her survive for long, but her pencil case made me take one look at her and include her forever further in my wagon. She had tools there! Simple tools! In it were sets of knitting needles for socks and mittens, one with tube for jumpers, sewing needles and thread, basic tools to work with leather, tatting shuttle, magnifying glass, inkless pen, pencils, pencil sharpener and eraser, pencil compass and superglue, wool working tools, measuring tape, quill nibs and brushes, hook knife and Swiss knife together with small pocket sharpening stone, felting needles and crochet hooks, nailbinding needle and manicure scissors together with normal size scissors, small hammer and two screwdrivers! Basically all that one would need to craft themselves stuff for upcoming winter! Those tools meant she survived and all she had to find some raw material and she had the tools to work with them.

Though zombies are the most improbable, I think I will still put that small bag together. All those things she had in her bag were small and light, yet if you keep them close, then they are they are your pass to live longer than two years and build yourself a livable life.

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Mikey Mouse comic books

I had very stressful week-end and this is what I saw thanks to it:

There are several foreign students that have come downstairs to argue over something. Someone had big tower of old Mikey Mouse comic books with him. They were not happy with anything – no solution, no real laws. I could explain them that we can’t do what they wanted, because the law doesn’t allow it and they didn’t understand. Bend the law! That was their attitude.

So!

I took his tower of comic books, set it behind me and told them to come back tomorrow! Sleep, think over “bend the law” attitude and then come back tomorrow and we’ll discuss it again. And the comic books will stay with me for the night!

On the next day we discussed their issues again. And I gladly returned the comic books. But not before I had ripped out every second page from all the comic books first. The moment he headed upstairs I gave in my resignation letter and said that it is for no bad feelings amongst the working staff, but for what I just did, I would have to reasign anyway.

An hour later the storm hit the managment and after they had dealt with them for an hour and sent them off, they laughed so hard they were all curled up.

I’m not planning this in real life, but it was rather sadisfactory to do it at least in my dreams. 🙂

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Two slices of dreams

In my dream I saw  Wind in the Willows character Mr. Toad tell to Ratty: “I have the utmost craving for rat meat!” Then he looked at the shocked Ratty and shrugged “Don’t worry, flying rats are off my menu!”
Ratty nodded, shook his plastic wings and took off from the red tiled roof they were sitting.

Another thing I saw was that I was in a Hanseatic fair and I approached to a young woman, who was baking a cake in a small, very low oven. She just took one out and I asked if I could taste it. “No,” she said, “it’s for the children in the play tent.” So instead I asked for the recipe, because it was smelling so good and she agreed. I sat down next to her and searched for a pen and paper. At the same time some children came and she cut them the cake. I was woken up before she could get back to me, but I did pick the cake up and counted 7 layers of thin chocolate sponge cake with custard cream in between and covered with the same sponge cake powder on top of the last custard cream layer. The cake itself was cooked in a low cake pan. Or warmed up?

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Weapon lift-me-up-and-destroy-above

I saw these dreams yesterday and today. I thought I forgot the first one, but seeing the second one brought it back.

First dream – I was in a forest village, in a small farm. My grandparents were there and some very young, children I would presume. It was nighttime. We were sitting in a small tent that didn’t have walls. We were chatting there, laying on pillows when suddenly grandmother pointed up in the sky. We watched the sky go red-orange and black several times.

„We need to go to bunkers.“ Grandmother said like it was daily thing.

„I don’t think it will reach here,“ said Grandpa.

But answer to that rose above the fir trees just then – three big shots up in the sky, like fireworks going up, and landed in big arc behind the forest again.

We ran, urging children to go faster, and went in a low bunkers made of brick in the backyard. They were individual, made of brick and very low. You could lay down there, not sit and there were hooks to hook yourself against the floor plus handles to hold on to. They had sharp roofs that led far on the sides, so everything that fell on it could be guided away.

The lights went brighter and we heard them suddenly land right behind our house.

Then the first bomb hit.

„Hold on!“ yelled grandfather and we all grabbed the handles and held as close to the ground as we could manage. We didn’t feel scared up to this point.

I watched the bomb from the net built in the brickwork. I watched it sit there for what felt like a minute and then it blew up, released such energy flow that it raised everything solid up from the ground. It did same to us, but granny yelled us to pull ourselves back down and we did. I recalled then two children and a younger man.

The second I got myself back under the flow (it seemed to hover over us about half a meter above the land), everything blew. Everything that was solid blew up – the house next to us was rocked off its foundation, the trees lost part of the trunk. Then the energy flow moved upwards dismantling everything above about 5 meters. Our house was two floors plus the rooms under the roof. It reached up to the roof and then everything went silent and it all fell grumbling down. Oddly so did our bunkers, but there the flow like went through it, raising the stoned up, but because it didn’t have much power to push the entire brick wall, they pretty much fell back on each other. The roof was raised, but energy flew following it’s curves and thus that too fell back on us, sending only few bricks off that fell on our sides.

The middle is missing. I remember waiting until daylight. Nobody came through there in the night, only the bombs fell. We listened the bombs land further away, leaving empty land with tree tops. I saw spots, witch means the bombs couldn’t have very large impact area.

When early morning arrived, it had to be late summer, because it was chilly, but the landscape was in those colors, we began estimate our losses. No one was really worried of things, we were alive. All of us.

We started walking down the sand road.

The young man was holding one of the kids, I was holding hand with another. They were really young. I don’t remember grandparents coming with us. I didn’t worry about them either.

We walked for some time, when the man said quietly that there comes four villages. We reached around the corner and I found myself on top of a hill. The road went through the valley’s edge. There were groups of houses, four like he said. They were different, but they were all built similar – in a very tight group.

„No,“ I said, „they are farms.“

He seemed at odds, but he didn’t say anything. We walked on.

Then I woke up.

 

Second dream – I was in Tartu. With that man again. People were dressed casually, like ready for camping, though we all were in the town, near Jakobi hill. Under it is small parking lot. It was filled with gym benches. We were not “fine”, but we felt relaxed, like nothing had happened in long time. The right side of the hill was in ruins. There were lots of people and we could feel the tension, all ready for something.

To have some laughs, somebody decided to have beauty contest. The man I was with sat next to me on the bench I was eating bread. He was dressed in joggers and guys were behind him, patting him for a good idea. I looked at him puzzled and then down at his white jogging shoes. They were painted yellow with text lighter. I laughed and suggested him to join the beauty contest.

“I can’t!” he laughed, but his buddies assured him he can, and we all began mooching him to go and preparing him. I never saw his face. I looked down and noticed that the light marker started to fade off and laid down on my feet to repaint it. He looked at me and his laughter fade away. My heart jumped, but I concentrated on his shoes. It was a nice feeling moment.

Suddenly all hell broke loose up on the hill, where people were gathering to make a beauty line. They ran down the hill and any direction possible. We watched them being shot, and horror crept back in our souls. He grabbed my hand, the two kids sitting behind me and we ran to closest old house we had in the cellar.

The house had already been bombed, so half of the cellar was revealed and showed through light. We managed to get in right before the first bomb went off. It was the same as in previous dream – first it lifted everybody up, except those who managed to hide against the wall next to stairs with ground behind it and was far lower than the impulse managed, then it blew everything upwards. I watched the bodies only feet from us been stretched to pieces.

He had pushed us down the stairs to our hiding place. I watched a shadow on the wall going through the same – stretched and turned into mush. There was so much screaming, we had to cover our ears. I was in shock, I thought I had lost him. Children were crying, but I told them to stay as quiet as possible. But I myself left them there and went searching for him.

The entire place was blown up except the older brickwork on lower part of the house. Suddenly someone grabbed me. I turned around and saw him, horrified, pulling me back inside and on the other side. Just in time to watch the second row of bombs landing.

Then it went quiet again and we immediately seek out to children. They were ok.

I watched out from the holes and saw that people, who had managed to grab hold of stairs of the houses, or got caught under them, were fine. But it was horrible. Everything was gone.

I saw people coming over the hill from Tallinn side and I immediately pulled back behind our cellar. The man I was with grabbed a gun from the floor and while we pulled ourselves close against the wall, hiding, he pushed the gun mouth out from the window. I noticed then that there were others too, who did the same. We were on the house that’s on the lowest of Jakobi hill, in the blue house.

They pushed the guns out and ordered our people to lay down on fours, leave their guns and this way walk past them. Many did it. Even people, who came from the hill did the same. I think it was a way to recognize ours.

When they passed the test, they would stand up, go back and take their gun. If not, they were shot in their head.

One, who walked past us like that, I managed to see his face. He was calm looking until he reached man’s side window. Then it changed into grimace of hatred and he shot him. I really felt scared of that hating man that moment.

That woke me up.

Though they didn’t make me wake up in horror, I woke up being wildly awake. Usually I need time to get myself going, but with this one, I needed no such time. And that scares me.

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Camp near the forest lake

The dream started on a sunny summer day. It looked like a camp raised on the edge of a small lake in the middle of a forest – because the bushes came all close to the tents and there were visible cutting done around the camp. The camp consisted 3-5 tents, some car houses and something else I don’t know the word for. The lake itself was muddy and people went snorkeling in it, searching something from the bottom. I got the impression of scientists, who had taken about 8 children with them to give them scientific experience.  The only built house was an outhouse and showers that were bit further off the camp.

It started very scientifically.  Someone had just got back from the lake and children were swarming around him when some woman with dark hair and simple linen jacket, told them to write an essay. They had just argued between each other on what the underwater cables look like and how they work and about the mystery that surrounded the object that had cut through this cable here. I had this image in my head as if looking on a trailer end and then huge cable that was running next to it. The essay was to write about what we know on those cables. I was a small boy and eager to show my knowledge, so I shouted out “I know they are covered with protective coating!”

“What about the missing battery pack?” the woman asked.

Indeed, what about it? I stopped, wondering. I had no clue what she was talking about. I did remember that moment a small cubic thing on top of the trailer where you could push one battery in.

Next thing I saw happened in the evening twilight – everything was still visible, but darkened. There were two more boys and a girl with me and we had gone to toilets and shower. I recall seeing something move in the forest, but after first surprise, I simply continued, I didn’t put more attention to it. It was usual that there were animals near. The showers were placed so that you could see from a small window above the showers what went on in the camp and in the middle of the toilets and showers was a small corridor (they were in the same room, closed off as small cabins) that ended with big window that had been covered with metal mesh.

Girl and the boy went to the toilet, me and and another boy headed for the showers. We were still chatting in the middle of the room, when screaming started from the camp. The boys wanted to go back, but the girl said we should stay there. The screaming grew, joined by another and another, grownups and children alike and we felt like freezing. We decided to stay, gathered quickly chairs in the shower room under that window and looked out.

What we saw drew blood out from our faces and we felt so sick we couldn’t even cry. There were animals – deers mostly, boars, anything with hooves – stamping all over the camp, biting everybody from the neck and turning their heads around on the necks. Then they just danced on top of them with such fury that horrified us deeply. Everybody were pulled out from the tents, the equipment destroyed and them killed.

Suddenly we heard crashing from where the middle window was.  Then a moose stepping over the crashed glass, pushing open anything that it could. We didn’t scream and didn’t breath, terrified it might look in our cabin and find us. It did nose under the door, but the entire place reeked of dirt and soap and it went pas.

We pulled away from the window. I heard my friends panting, our mouths were dry, but we didn’t dare to go and look. The water kept dripping from the shower heads and we heard rain outside. It turned quiet soon after, but those five minutes were more than enough for us. Rain. They couldn’t smell us in the rain as well as on windy day! I don’t know if its true in real life or not, but at that point it was enough. I didn’t dare to tell my friends that we should move. I didn’t want to go, but we knew we couldn’t stay there either. We weren’t expected to return in weeks and there was no connection with outside world. That was one of our goals here.

After a  while it turned entirely dark and soon after we realized the sun had raised again. Dawn was week yet, but at some point we couldn’t take it anymore and we knew we had to go. Tallest boy pushed himself up and looked over the window edge. So did I, unable to bear the secrecy. It was quiet in the camp. Some animals were still there. They pulled bodies around, digging holes in the gobbled sand with their hooves and pushing the bodies in them with their enthrall.  In light we could see that those animals didn’t look normal. On physics they were normal, but they were all burned one way or the other – they had red warps and missing fur. I recall seeing such burns in horror movies before, they were chemical burns. Some had burns over half of their bodies, but they were all alive!

We decided to wait more. Sometime near lunch we looked out again and didn’t see anything. The camp was empty. Our stomachs hurt, but we decided to go. We carefully went back to the camp side, minding every movement around, but there were none. We gathered our basics – mostly pocket lights, few ration packages,  a water bottle – and headed straight back to wherever the city was. The road was old, half covered with grass, but it was well notable and we decided to follow it.

For most of the time we walked. We walked in silence, listening the forest around us. We didn’t want to make sound, because we knew instinctively that human voice stood out from  birds and last we wanted was to get their attention. It wasn’t before twilight, when we realized that after passing several crossroads we were still in the middle of forests. We grew restless, because we knew that we could be easily found by those creatures and we knew we had to find shelter and fast.

Then we noticed lights on on the road. It was small cottage, punched together from god knows what, but we were glad. We saw a man sitting on the porch, but gave him little attention as he was sleeping. But we did see an older woman inside and after sneaking pass the man, we went inside and asked if we could stay there for the night, because we were lost. We mentioned nothing of what happened. The woman was friendly and nodded, offering us some bread for dinner and tea. She showed us a small place under the roof we could use for sleeping and gave us some carpets to roll into. We ate and went there, placing ourselves so that if someone raised the hatch and looked around without light, they would only see sacks of carpets in the corner behind the hatch. As unnoticeable as possible.

Then the image changed and I saw the man on the porch. He looked close to blue, but he had the same kind of chemical burns as the animals on the field. His were much deeper, covering his entire body. He was asleep, but woke up and stretched. Then he moaned, happy, and pulled back, sat there for a second and then with simple stretch unattached his head from the body – or it was done for him by his wife – and the head went inside while the body stayed outside. But it was still alive, talked and ate and all.

All of a sudden we heard hooves rattling on the road and stones around the house. Our hosts also heard it and the man’s head got seriously agitated.

“You lead them here! You lead them to me!” He screamed, but it was too late for them to hide. We saw from upstairs a horse, also covered all in the burns without anything left except nose and mouth, crashing through the door. That was the last we saw, because we pulled ourselves as deep inside the thick carpets as we could, patting our hair down so they wouldn’t reach out and forgot how to breathe. The carpets reeked, but we didn’t care. It would cover our own scent, we hoped.

Next I saw two stories at once. One was images of animals attacking people downstairs and killing them and firing up the house. The fire died soon – surprisingly.

The other story was of a young man – which I knew was the man on the porch. He was very arrogant and proud and decided to win horse orientation by going straight through the thick forest. He ended on the same beach we had settled up our camp. Animals there hadn’t seen humans much, because they would keep drinking on. There were many of them, it was hot day. There he saw something in the lake and decided to look it up. He forced his horse to swim with him to the middle and dived to the trailer there. He saw the battery and pulled it out, releasing with it the acid button that was placed under it. It mixed with the water and before they could get out, the entire lake was turned into pool of acid. It didn’t seem to hold enough acid when we were there later, so I got the feeling like this happened nearly 20 years before. His horse and him got most of the burns, but the panic that rose, the animals all got burned someway with the hitting splashes. Some fell in half way, some entirely. When the man saw this, he ran, ignoring his horse and animals, who were begging his help with their screams and with their eyes.

The moment the man died, his skull crashed by his own horse, and the story ended, I woke up with no intentions of going back to sleep.

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They who feared the dark

It was one of those apocalyptic dreams, where the world has forced people into hiding. this time was the same. We were hiding from something I only knew as Them. They were… I don’t know, they never appeared in the dream, but They had changed our entire lifestyle. They could fly and they had wing. I don’t remember shape, but like shadows of demons. I knew They were afraid of the dark, so we adapted to like it, to live and move in it. It was safer than going out in the daylight, though we did it now and then to get the sunlight. But in constant fear. There was fear for Them, which was very real.

I was a sidekick this time and saw it all from aside. I was older teen, not older than 19 and I had long straight black hair and doll eyes.

We were survivals from what I knew took place 2-3 years before. What it was – I don’t know, but I knew I was one of the survivors and that humans were hard to find nowadays. We were hunted like pray, taken from the street as if snapping rats from the grass. Our group was quite big, about 50 people. It had adults and children in it, very few elderly.

We now lived in an old L-shaped school house. The windows were covered with tent materials used in 1970s and 80s, because this was one of the few things that didn’t let the light through. The classes had been empted and used like apartments for “families”. We tried to keep the real families together, but the “family” I talk about was much bigger, up to 10-15 people of any age. Most corners and wall sides were covered in different humps of materials and dry food we could scavenge. That was what our primary food source was now. The more people died, the more we could find. We grew fresh herbs, too, but we couldn’t grow anything too big. Fresh food was eaten on the same day it was harvested. We didn’t have ways to keep it fresh. When we did get any, we divided it between everyone and sometimes it was just a handful of till or green onions, but it was more than other days. We didn’t have much room though we had entire school house in our demand, so we storage our personal items and food divided to us in two plastic boxes you could fit under your bed. If you only had mattresses, you kept them at your feet. No one took another’s boxes, it was taboo. We didn’t argue over what was divided for us by the leader, because it was hard times and we all understood it. Weird time to teach us equality – we knew that outside it was gang law, that’s why we didn’t want it here. We didn’t use the doors, but corridors and sewage system under the school to avoid being discovered. Some of our exits were close to half a mile away under other houses and they were heavily guarded. Security was strong. We didn’t research Them, our only aim there was to kill them, survive and avoid being discovered. That was it.  We assumed there were others out there trying to study them, we did not do that. I remembered that from the girl’s head I was in.

The leader was my brother. He didn’t look like me, but I knew he was my older brother, by a year or two. He was at my size, shoulder length light hair and often wore his long brown hiding suit. Our fashion colors were dirt colors or brown, anything that helped us melt into shadows. It wasn’t his choice to become the leader, but somehow he did.

 I got flash image in my memory of walking on the street, hearing something from the side and quietly pushing myself between garbage cans, into the shadows and lowering myself quietly before whatever it was turned and looked at my direction. I felt serious terror at that moment.

It was nighttime again and we had our small lights on. It was the only light we had right now, except the oil lamp on my brother’s desk, which was situated in the middle ground of the L-shape. He used that table to run troops.

Our team was returning from the scavenging hunt. Others had gathered in the corridors and it was strange, excited vibration. They didn’t talk much, but the murmuring was oddly shocking. We didn’t know what to take of this, until I suddenly heard muffled arguing from brother’s desk and child’s yelping.

I immediately hastened my steps, because I wanted to see the child. It had been long since I heard babies.

I got there right at time to witness how a woman, not older than me, red curly hairstyle, begging my brother to keep her and the two little children there and not send them away. She was wearing long coat covered with moss and grass, so I assumed she was from country regions. The baby and child had the same style camouflage.

“No!” said my brother. “You can’t stay here!” He sounded upset, but kept firm on his word.

“Please! I can’t leave him, he’s my brother!”

“I’m sorry, the baby can’t stay. He is too young, if he starts crying, we’ll all be in danger!”

It was hot in there and felt the uncomforting sensation around us. She adjusted the babe on her hand and I could feel her heart pounding hard, but she didn’t say anything else. The babe had started crying, silently, and she cleaned the tears away, releasing her own tears that washed away her dirt.

Suddenly my brother turned, searched something from the dark and then handed her three small mobile phones. We used the GPS on them to track our own people. We didn’t call on them, because the electricity was scars, but it was enough to track the GPS.

“There’s at least 3 minutes left on each,” he said. She took them and nodded, smiling him to assure he was doing the right thing, even though this meant she had to go on the street again, two hours before sunrise and find another place for them to stay. This was touch, even when being alone.

Then they went, guarded out by two of our guards. My brother watched them go and I knew he was really upset. We knew this kind of decisions had to be made and we had forgiven him in advance, but I could see from aside that this was the one time he would never forgive himself.

 I put my heavy bags down and went to him after others had returned in their classes, but he pushed my hug away. He was panting. He pushed his hands up suddenly, backed out in the director’s office that was small and entirely in his demand (he was dealing so much with us that it seemed fair for him to get some lone time while he slept) and said he needed to be alone right now. I wasn’t even finished with nodding, when he had already closed the door.

It all took place in utter darkness lit by our small lamps.

I think few days passed then, because everything had turned to normal and the next scene I saw was us preparing for a party. We had them now and then. I was with my “family”, dressing in small black dress, brushing my hair, putting make-up on. It was really strange, like a camp – I was sleeping on mattresses and on my two plastic boxes I had my make-up supplies and small mirror.

Then the scene changed and I was in the upper corridors. It was all dark and we were dancing with lamps in our hand. The music was audible, but not very loud and we were dancing all smashed into each other. Suddenly I felt the boy on my right stop and I looked at him. Then I saw the light from the window and I also froze. Someone had removed the covers and it was early sunrise! It took mere seconds for everybody to stop and we all watched now, mesmerized, the sunrise. It had been long since we last saw it and it was magical. But only until we saw the first beams. Then horror kicked in and while some run into hiding in the darkened corridors, we tried to do as fast as we could and pull the curtains up again. We knew that even if we hid and left the windows uncovered, even if the corridors were empty by the time they arrived, they’d know that something was different and we’d still be found out. Weird is, we didn’t care, who had done the trick, our only concern was to have the windows covered again.

When I returned in the midsection again, I saw my brother standing against the wall next to the windows and peeking out between small split he had pulled between the covers. He often did it, but I don’t know what scared me this time, when I saw it. I felt like he wasn’t careful enough right now or that thinking on that girl had made him mindless. He noticed me then and came away from the window. I breathed out and went towards my “family” class.

I knew that it couldn’t be much longer after that, because I had just fallen asleep, when I was woken by crying child. The sound was so alarming, so heartbreaking, that we were all up immediately. We didn’t even bother changing our clothes, and ran all out as we were.

The guards were standing next to my brother’s table with the same children the woman had left with. They were both hysterical and crying. I felt my heart shrink, realizing that something must of happened with the woman.

My brother appeared from the office moment later. He was alert like the rest of us. The 5-year-old girl immediately stopped yelling when she saw him, like remembering what he had said, but the baby couldn’t stop.

The young girl had appeared about 15 minutes before to our north gate, the guard explained, still holding the crying baby. She was carrying the baby and they were both horrified, eyes watered up. She was looking straight ahead, running over the clear land as fast as she could, straight to the gate while the baby was clutched around her neck and constantly stared at the sky, silent. It wasn’t until they had reached the first female guard that they both burst to full screaming and she brought them here.

My brother frowned then, because the baby wouldn’t stop crying and reached after him. The moment he did, the baby reached at him too, pulled himself against my brothers chest and stopped crying, cradled in his hug.

My brother ordered everyone to go back to sleep, but before he gently pushed the little girl, still carrying big bag, to me and telling me to take her in for the night and feed her should she want any. The baby he kept on his arms and walked in the corridor, hushing him to sleep. I saw then, guiding the child away that my brother was shaking hard. At that moment I felt the heartbeat racing again. But the child took my attention again and I went to my class taking her with me.

Next I remember was hearing moving in the corridors again. It frightened me though I knew it couldn’t be Them, because then it would have been full panic, not some silent running. I pushed myself up, convinced that the girl next to me was hard asleep and went out of the classroom, quietly opening the door.

I saw my brother’s lamp lit and him packing his bag. The baby was asleep in another man’s arms. Everything was so quiet, but I felt his feverish fear far.

The child wouldn’t sleep unless someone was holding him, he explained (and now he was cuddled in the arms of an experienced man, whom I knew to have five kids).

“She hasn’t used the phones!” he explained in hushed tone. “I can still find her!” He pulled out his boxes and filled his bag with dried food and some till we had harvested earlier. An army soldier next to us was going through some bags, searching a gun he could take with him.

“I must find her.” He said, excitement shining through his hopeful voice and I knew I couldn’t stop him. I felt panic in my stomach, but my mouth couldn’t voice the anger and fear I felt. I knew he hadn’t forgiven himself sending her away. He had done it before, but for some reason, he couldn’t get her out of his mind and I knew I had to let him go.

The moment he disappeared in the corridor with his head lamp, I started crying. He was gone in mere seconds and I felt suddenly so angry. I turned and looked at the man, who was still holding the child and soldier, who was looking after my brother.

“Give him here,” I said, ushering them back to sleep, “I can handle him!”

He nodded and gave me the child and went towards their class.

At that point I woke up, my dog doing her best to wake me up, and felt that he found the girl.

Yeah, long and strange dream, but in all very sweet and surprisingly filling.

 

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Huge rent and new level in body building

I was knocking on an apartment door. To get there I had to go up few steps and few meters inside the corridor’s first floor. It was big and dark brown. The corridor itself was ugly, paint rolling off the walls and tiles free from the floor. A girl came to reply. I couldn’t say, but I think the plan of this apartment looked similar to my grandparent’s house. Only it was very dark, the walls were painted dark browns and the rooms looked small, almost tiny, where you could hide max 2 beds. There were at least six youth walking around, some messing with the stove in the kitchen. It felt warmer from that door.

I said I came on advert in newspaper. The girl, who let me in, quickly disappeared. Another girl appeared, not much older than her, scruffy blond hair ponytailed on her back, wearing some weird-looking jumper. She was drying hands.

I repeated why I was there so she quickly gave me the tour, out of which I don’t remember much. I asked how much would the rent be and she casually replied 1700 euros. I choked on that number – was she serious? Wanting to stay polite I still searched a notebook from my handbag and reached it to her, asking to write down the owner’s name and phone number. She did, but then scratched the number down. She didn’t ask me to wait, but disappeared in the back room, asking for someone else. Probably to verify the number. I wanted to say something, I think, and followed her in the back room. But from the door I could already see that she had gone through the door on the left end and there were two beds with people sleeping, so I pulled back in the corridor.

She wasn’t coming back, taking her time. Instead of worrying I flipped open some old National Geographic. In it was an article that caught my attention. I first saw images. One was showing five-six men, obvious body builders, sitting behind a circle plastic table and all demonstrating their right arms. I didn’t put much attention to it, but I felt that it looked as if they had half of their muscle cut off! I turned my attention to next image, wondering what kind of horrible accident they must have survived for such mark. On that they were all standing on stage in different poses and still showing the arms. I grasped the paper closer and looked close. The muscle was cut off! And on there they had shred by shred built an image! There were ships, country scene, symbols… even naked lady on a sofa!

I tossed the newspaper closed and pulled up behind the table. It was so ugly new step forward from simple body building as creating the ultimate canvas.

The girl came back and handed me back my notebook and pen. I thanked her and left the building, waking up right when I closed the door behind me.

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