This is based off a request. It takes place in the Dragon Army Quarters.

"I grew up on the streets, not worth a bean, you know?"

Bean hated the streets. Battle Camp was a glorious escape for him. He grew up not knowing what a good meal was, or what a comfy bed was like.

He clambered into bed, saying a quick goodnight to everyone in the Dragon Army Quarters. After a few minutes of straight thinking, he dozed off.

Bean awoke, rock-hard concrete beneath him. He was in a familiar, yet somehow unfamiliar, place. There were red brick buildings, and a tattered, old street separating a few. The buildings seemed to be endless.

No car passed by, no pedestrian walked. It was empty- except for Bean. He stood up and looked both ways down the street. Nobody. He ran to his left, using all his power. Yet after a few moments, he stopped. He was exaushted and out of breath. But how? Bean looked at his arm, which was all skin and bone.

"Bean! Dragon Army needs you!" A voice called out, but there was no body it came from. It sounded like Ender, but where was he...?

"Sir, Petra's injured!" Alai's voice reported urgently, but again, no body.

"I'm here!" Bean yelled, but he wasn't sure who to yell to.

"It's too late," An evil voice snarled, and Bean saw zombie versions of Ender, Petra, and Alai emerge. Ender was missing an eye and and ear, Petra lost an entire arm, and Alai only had waist-up reamaining.

Bean screamed and stumbled backward. The grotesque figures got closer and closer, rotting flesh hanging off them. Just as they were about to reach him, the whole place dissapeared. It was like a drawing that'd been erased, a sentence backspaced. It was just gone.

Petra darted down the hall as fast as her feet could carry her. When she saw his sign, she stopped. 'Ender Wiggin, Dragon Army Fleet Admiral' was hammered onto the door. Petra pounded with all her might.

"What?" Ender answered minutes later, looking tired and groggy.

"It's Bean," Both took off running down the hall, Ender tiredly tripping and veering from his path. When they reached the Dragon Army Quarters, Alai was gaping at Bean, who was sweating and flailing in his bed.

"What do we do?" Alai asked urgently. Petra and Ender exchanged a glance.

"Smack him," They said in unison. Alai looked nervously from Petra to Ender and back again, before giving in and distributing Bean with a hard slap to the face.

"AHHH!" Bean bolted upright and screamed. In his mind, Ender still didn't have both eyes or ears, Petra had no left arm, and Alai was nothing but a waist, torso, arms, and head.

"Bean, calm down," Said Petra in a zombified, distorted voice.

"Y-you're d-d-dead!" Bean shrieked.

"That's just your mind trying to bring your nightmares to life," Ender reassured. He remembered when Valentine wouldn't stop screaming because she said aliens were attacking her. Battle School scarred that poor girl.

"E-Ender, you-you're e-eye!" Bean choked, pointing to Ender's eye. "And P-Petra's arm, a-and Alai..." Petra took Bean's hand and set it on her arm. Bean felt it, from shoulder to wrist, shuddering silently. It had been gone a moment ago, but now it was here, clear as day.

After a few moments of hugs and awkward silence, the team retreated to their beds. All of them were too afraid to sleep. Bean laid awake, thinking about his old life. But when you're given this chance of living on a different planet, you have to start anew. Bean couldn't let himself crack, look at all he's accomplished. Coming here came with an unsaid warning: everyone will snap, break, shatter, burn, and so on. But your team will be there, always. Just like they were there for Bean they will be there for each other. There'll be ups and there'll certainly be downs.

But above all, there'll always be the Dragon Army.