Back to the rooftop, back to continue his dream. He must have drifted off while watching the movie, hopefully the alcohol won’t muddy the waters of his mind too much. He doesn’t really know how long they sat up on that roof, but the rest of the group sits slumped in various positions of disbelief, shock and fear as the chaos continues in the surrounding streets.
Tracks from eyeliner laced tears trail down the girl’s faces. The blank look of desperation and incomprehension paralysing any normal facial expressions as conscious minds try to process this irrational reality.
Taking a moment from his observations of the swarms through the scope of his rifle, he turns his head to check on each of them. A smile in this situation could indicate a