A Strange Dream

"Mom, help me!" The boy screamed as he was forced to be carried by a person with a gun in his right hand, wearing an all-black outfit, like someone who had just come out of an action movie, being the coldest and most badass guy.

The mother can't even speak or stand with flowing blood on her face and bruises all over her body. Lying on the floor, helplessly crying, reaching her arms, she wanted to shout the name of her son, but her head was spinning, and her ears heard long, stern tones as if they were injured due to the loud explosions and shots around her.

She could hear the loud cries and devastating moments of everyone around her. With people killing, escaping, and grunting, the moment is like sabotaging scenes that would make you wish you were not there.

Slowly, the man coming from behind approaches her, holding a dagger, ready to stab her at any moment. In a flashing speed, that stabbing was interrupted due to a bomb that was thrown by a girl from afar.

A girl was wearing a smooth silky and shiny dress made with silver and gold. She was a faceless girl. Even with merely shadows of her are caught a glimpse of, but the bitterness and resentment were undoubtedly felt.

Zooming into the girls' appearance, she instantly revealed her gun she was hiding, she pointed it forward as she laughed out loud, seemingly enjoying the moment like a kid.

Then her faced turned into a serious stance.

And she unexpectedly point the gun to her head and without hesitant shot the gun...

A loud noise was ringing, Zee suddenly brought himself up from the bed. With sweats all over his body, the trail of sweats are all over his white shirt, while catching his breaths, his eyes are not blinking and are widened as his arms are sticking sideways onto the bed.

He swallowed hard, as his face faced downward. Calming himself, he placed his right hand to his head, feeling like his head was recovering from hard spinning.

"It's just a nightmare..." he whispered to himself.

Everything was just a strange dream. But this was not the first time he dreamed of this.

Sometimes, it played in his dreams repeatedly like an unending recurrence with the same ending. It was always the exact strange dream that would always make him breathless.