Ambush
I had a horrible dream last night. I dreamt that there was a psychopatic killer who was too clinically depressed because one of his loved ones got killed. I was simply a bystander in that shanty neighborhood when all of a sudden, he snapped.
I remember so well the details of his face. The hairless feature of his skin-head made him seem like an extra-actor in one of those jail movies. He kept shooting arrows randomly from inside his house, not minding who he was going to kill. I was standing right beside his house. People started falling on the floor, by the multitude and I pretended I was one of them.
All of a sudden he came out of the door, picked a stray arrow and started stabbing bodies in the neck to make sure they were all dead. When he was facing me and was about to stab me in my airway, I held the arrow and snapped it from his grasp. I stood up and ran. He began shooting guns instead. I saw Trisha, my girlfriend, hiding behind the walls of an abandoned shack along with other people who introduced themselves as the parents of the guy.
Apparently, there were other accomplices because the siblings were all inside the house with him. They were his eyes. I know he was looking for me. We tried to hide when asuddenly, a girl around the age of 11 passed by and pointed a finger at me with a smile. Right then I knew she was one of the siblings. The dad picked her up and tried to carry her away so that she would not squeal. She tried to run towards her brother when I got hold of her. She struggled while I tried to slam her head against the wall attempting to kill her. I did it several times but my efforts were futile. I saw a bottle of beer and smashed it on her head. That was when she ended up unconscious and unable to move. I knew then that she was dying because she was bleeding and her body was twitching.
We rode a car and left to look for a police. I got hungry and we passed by a restaurant. Trisha then said that I have killed someone and it is not normal to be eating after a kill. I then began to realize that I might be charged with murder instead of self-defense because I did not report it immediately to the police. I then told her, all the struggling made me hungry and I really had to eat. We then went looking for a policeman and when we saw one, I told Trisha to stay behind because it was too dangerous for her to come along... Then I woke up.
I remember so well the details of his face. The hairless feature of his skin-head made him seem like an extra-actor in one of those jail movies. He kept shooting arrows randomly from inside his house, not minding who he was going to kill. I was standing right beside his house. People started falling on the floor, by the multitude and I pretended I was one of them.
All of a sudden he came out of the door, picked a stray arrow and started stabbing bodies in the neck to make sure they were all dead. When he was facing me and was about to stab me in my airway, I held the arrow and snapped it from his grasp. I stood up and ran. He began shooting guns instead. I saw Trisha, my girlfriend, hiding behind the walls of an abandoned shack along with other people who introduced themselves as the parents of the guy.
Apparently, there were other accomplices because the siblings were all inside the house with him. They were his eyes. I know he was looking for me. We tried to hide when asuddenly, a girl around the age of 11 passed by and pointed a finger at me with a smile. Right then I knew she was one of the siblings. The dad picked her up and tried to carry her away so that she would not squeal. She tried to run towards her brother when I got hold of her. She struggled while I tried to slam her head against the wall attempting to kill her. I did it several times but my efforts were futile. I saw a bottle of beer and smashed it on her head. That was when she ended up unconscious and unable to move. I knew then that she was dying because she was bleeding and her body was twitching.
We rode a car and left to look for a police. I got hungry and we passed by a restaurant. Trisha then said that I have killed someone and it is not normal to be eating after a kill. I then began to realize that I might be charged with murder instead of self-defense because I did not report it immediately to the police. I then told her, all the struggling made me hungry and I really had to eat. We then went looking for a policeman and when we saw one, I told Trisha to stay behind because it was too dangerous for her to come along... Then I woke up.
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