The End

When the world ends, will Layla and Dylan be able to survive on their own? They haven't found any water in days, and their food selection is scarce. They need to find help, before their time is up. When they meet up with five boys from the fire, will they be able to survive together? Or will hell find them first? So far, hell is winning.


8. Nightmares

Layla's POV:

        Ya right, as if sleep was even crossing my mind that night. These people

couldn't be trusted. They were suspicious with their British and Irish accents,

and it was weird that they had survived. I was guessing it was about 3 in the

morning when I finally fell asleep. That night, I had dreams about the gun

shots, the bullets in my hands, everything. I knew I was dreaming, but I wasn't

letting myself wake up, maybe I'd find something out. "No, no!" I screamed and

started running away from the man. He was tall, very tall. He had guns of all

sizes in his bag, and a large amount of bullets for each one of them. "No!" I

screamed, locking myself in the bakery with everyone else. We all ended up

running to the back room where there were pictures all over the floor. I picked

one up and saw my brother and I from when I was 7.


              I continued looking through the pictures, when I realized it was a puzzle, it would help me find out who the mystery man was. Once I was about to put the last piece in, I felt something rub up and down my arm and instantly shot up. I tried to scream but nothing came out. "Harry?!" I whispered when I saw his face, all lit up by the moonlight.

         "You were having a nightmare. I wanted to wake you up." He said staring at me

with his gorgeous, green eyes, sparking in the starlight.

       "Thanks..." I hesitated, knowing I was blushing but he couldn't see me in the dark.

       "No problem." He said getting himself comfortable. "Wanna talk about it?"

        "It was basically what happened today. Only I found something else." I said looking

around the room, teeth chattering from the cold of the Chicago, winter air.

     "What else?" He said wrapping me up in the blanket he was using. I opened one

end of it and let him in, too.

          "We'll, I was in the bakery again, and I went to

the back room, and there were pictures all over the floor. I realized that it

was a puzzle, and it was telling me who the mystery man was. Just as I was about

to put the last piece in, he barged though the door as was about to shoot the

gun, but you woke me up." I said shivering from the cold.

        "Is that a bad thing or a good thing?" He asked.

       "A good thing. I wouldn't have figured out who it

was anyways, I was about to die, then you woke me up before I could let out

scream that would've woken everyone else up." I said scooting in closer to him.

        "What was that for?" He asked with a smirk.

        "Body heat. I'm freezing." I replied.

     "I could tell." He replied, teeth chattering along with mine.

       I felt my eyes getting heavy again, and knew I was about to fall asleep. I closed them for

a minute, and rested my head on Harry's shoulder.

      "Are you ok?" He asked.

   My only response was a snore, then I drifted off to sleep.





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