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.

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11. The Same

Harry's POV:

Bad dreams must've been going through everyone's mind that night. I couldn't

wake up from mine though. I wanted to more than anything, but I wouldn't let

myself open my eyes. I wanted to know what would happen. She was running. I

don't know where, but I know why.

      "Harry!!! HARRY!!!" She kept yelling for my

help but I wouldn't move.

        There was an explosion and a scream following.

        "LAYLA!!! LAYLA ARE YOU OK?!?!" I heard Dylan yelling.

       "I'm fine!!! Just help me!!!" She coughed.

       There was a tap on my shoulder and i turned around to see the man with the tip of the gun in the middle of my eyes.

      "No. HARRY RUN! NO!!!" Layla cried but it was too late.

      I was dead. I shot up in an instance after that, at the exact same time Layla did.\

        "What was that?!" She asked.

      "Did you? You had the same dream as me?" I asked.

       "I don't know. I was running away from the man and calling you for help an you wouldn't come." She said. 

        "Then there was a giant explosion and Dylan went to make sure you were ok." I added.

        "And when you turned around, the man shot you." She sighed.

        "And I died. Then I woke up." I finished explaining the dream we both had.

        "But....how?" She asked.

        "I don't know." I replied, looking down and noticing that our hands were still

grasping onto each others.

         She blushed a little bit, but her face soon turned back to the confused one she had on before.

        "How do you think it happened?" She asked looking up at me.

      That's when I realize that she was about half a foot shorter than me, but it was cute.

         "I don't know. Were we holding hands the whole time?" I asked.

       She looked down at our hands, which were still intertwined.

         "Apparently..." She said smiling.

        "Maybe that's how!" I said.

       "Harry....it was probably a once in a life time thing. We'll go back to sleep, still holding

hands, and we'll  see what happens." She smiled and laid back down, closing her

eyes and falling asleep. "Goodnight." She whispered.

       "Goodnight." I smirked and laid down next to her, her hand still in mine.

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