Survival Monologue

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The air is thick with smoke and people are running amok-- their screams echoing in my ears. I’m looking through the cracks of the trees, but a figure has appeared and seated himself in front of my view. Their face isn’t visible, but I can assume they’re not here to assist these helpless people; they’re devising a plan to harm them like a lion preying on zebras. All their faces are blurred as if my dream wishes to keep these people anonymous. On my left, a survivor is wandering by, unaware of the danger that lurks in the shadows. Without success I’m pleading for him to turn around and go back to the beach where it’s safer, but, nonetheless, I’m merely a wisp in a dream. With extreme diligence, the figure leaps on him and knocks him unconscious

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