the look in their eyes. The angry, enraged and wild look and he feels his pulse quicken. This dream had everything, every detail down to the hair now standing on the back of his neck.

The attacker making a meal out of Sean stands up and stares at him. Not caring to ask questions, Steve fires a round into his leg, dropping him to the ground.

The others react and run at him screaming. Five rounds are fired and he has five less problems. He quickly reloads, walking around the bodies with a nervous pace. Running his hand through his hair as he examines them. He knows Sean is done for, when all this was happening, he would have been confused.

Steve: What the hell is going on? Sean. You ok buddy?