Dream of Nightmare 5 (Final)

It seemed like hours after Scar had left me alone with Raven. But in all honesty, it was no more than half an hour. Raven kept trying to comfort me, to no avail.

What would Scar-face have me do?

And why did I scream before?

I touched my right temple gently before touching my sore cheek.

I began to walk away from Raven. She tried to beg me to stay. "I have to do this," I whispered. She solemnly nodded once, then took me down stairs. Everyone else seemed more fidgety since the zombie attack. I couldn't blame them.

In fact, why wasn't I scared of the zombie?

Scar was by the front of the cabin, checking every hole and boarded window.

"All clear," he announced. No one sighed in relief. If anything, everyone tensed up more.

When I was closer to him, I said,"All right, what is it you want me to do?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I wanted to join me in gathering more supplies," he replied.

"Where do we have to get them?"

"Outside." Someone near the staircase began to sob. Raven tried to take care of it.

"What's wrong with that?"

"It's about to be dark and things start to get rather... interesting after dark."

"Will we have weapons?"

"If we care more things than necessary, we will only bring little supplies back. No you are not taking any weaponry."

"Wait! What about you?" I asked incredulously.

"I know how to use them. You'll be safe with me."

I shrugged, not totally convinced,"If you say so."

"Good. We leave now." He grabbed my arm roughly and began to drag me towards the front door. Raven openly objected, but I was already in the spider's web.

Slamming the door behind me, Scar stated,"Come on, we have to move. We have little time before the sun finally sets."

"How long will it take us to get there?"

He was silent.

"How long will it take us to get there?" I asked a little more fiercely.

"We won't make it back before the sun sets," he admitted. He looked at me and said,"Which is precisely why we leave now." My arm was still in his grip and he started to jog eastward. My legs unsteadily kept up, until Scar sharply went north.

"What... the... hell?" I huffed.

"Silence." He wasn't even tired. Who was this guy?

Almost twenty minutes later, we were plunged into darkness. The sun had disappeared.

Scar silently cursed, then picked up his pace. His hand went from my arm to my hand.

"Slow... slow down," I suggested.

"Only if you want death. Besides, it's not that much farther."

The scenery looked the same as it did from the cabin.

Caught up in my own thoughts, I ran into Scar's back.

"What is it?" I asked, frustrated.

"It is too quiet," he spoke, as the thought started to dawn on him.

"Yeah, so?"

"The monsters wouldn't stay this quiet for long with playthings out in the open," he stated.

Oh. That couldn't be good.

"Follow me!" Scar said, then he sprinted west. I had no choice but to follow.

"Where are we-" but then I saw it. It looked a lot like the entrance to an underground bunker.

"We've got to hurry."

I nodded. Something wasn't right.

I was about to say something when Scar grabbed the door.

"No! Wait! Don't!" I screamed. But it was too late.

Zombies burst from the bunker, going straight for Scar. Scar took out a glock and shot one zombie after another. But it wasn't enough. They still kept coming.

"What are you doing? RUN!" Scar yelled.

I was frozen. Realization hit me. The zombies took over the supplies. They knew that we had to come eventually.

"DRU!" I was shoved to the ground. Scar shot the zombie and pulled me to my feet. We sprinted in some random direction.

"What about the supplies?" I asked.

"Your life is more important!"

I stumbled at his confession. I stopped running.

"Dru?!" He turned around.

"Tell me who you are." I demanded.

"Dru, now is not the time!"

"Just tell me who you are!" I screeched.

Scar heaved a deep sigh. Then, he said slowly,"Dru, I need you to know that this isn't real."

I shook my head. He knew that wasn't what I wanted.

He looked into my eyes and said,"I'm your father."

Shock made me numb. But it explained why he seemed so familiar to me. And his icy bue eyes. Tears rushed my face.

"B-but you... you were..." images of flesh hanging by mere tendons filled my vision.

"Remember what I told you, Dru. None of this is real." And suddenly, he was hugging me. "It's gonna be okay, Baby Girl."

"Dru. Little bird, please. Don't do this. Just wake up," someone else whispered in anguish.

My head throbbed horribly. I staggered in Scar's - my dad's- embrace.

"Dru?" concern filled his voice.

Then, I heard them. The zombies were coming closer.

"Damn," my dad sighed. He raised my head and spoke,"Dru, all of this is just a dream. In your dream, your human and I'm sveotcha. Your mother passed away when I couldn't protect her. That is where I got my scars from. You weren't supposed to be here. I'm sorry that I was so cold to you, but I didn't want you to be in this life. This is no life for my Baby Girl."

"But how did I get here?"

"You went through some kind of trauma. I can't exactly figure it out because I am only a figment of your imagination. This entire place is nothing but a dream. Even the zombies. Dru, it's time for you to wake up."

My tears finally fell. "But if I wake up... you won't be there," sadness made my voice painfully crack.

"No, I won't," sadness filled his voice too,"but I will always be in your heart, Dru. Please, wake up from this nightmare."

"I-" was all I said when a zombie decided to chomp on my bad shoulder. A silent scream ripped from my lips. I saw my father reach for me before everything went black.

I couldn't feel anything, but ice. I couldn't even feel my heart beat.

"CLEAR!"

Something thudded throughout my body, yet it still didn't respond.

An achingly familiar voice said,"Transfuse me."

The was an exchanging of words from other people and a slight scuffle. Then I felt a warm liquid flow past my lips. I acted on my instinct completely. I bit down.

It tasted like wine on a Christmas day, apple cinnamon-y and such.

Just as quickly as it had arrived, my wine was gone. I rolled off the table and landed painfully on the floor. My eyes shot open and my surroundings became clear.

"Little bird, you finally made it home," Christophe whispered weakly.

"Christophe," was all I said. And I remembered what had happened. Anna had shot me. And then I woke up in the cabin with my dad.

My heart ached for him, even though he wasn't real.

But Christophe was right. I had finally made it home.

Sooooo it's finally finished! Sorry it took so long :3

Disclaimer: Strange Angels belongs to Lili St. Crow.

I only own this fanfic.