memorable

(I was a hybrid of Nicole/somebody in this one. At times it was me, and at other times it wasn't me. For the sake of this dream being recorded, I will say that it wasn't me.)

Nicole was doing her daily rounds in the medical bay when she noticed some people were beginning to act strange. Not violent - just. . . Out of the normal. She noted this in her daily log and went to bed. The next day, things were drastically different. People were. . . Mutating. Turning into something that most definetely was not human. Her parter, whom had been doing rounds with her, told her things were changing. Not everything was going to be the same after this. His face was beginning to melt into some kind of lumpy mass of flesh, and when Nicole asked him what h meant, he simply lifted his hand and pointed.

Necromorphs.

One of them was tearing into somebody with obvious enjoyment.

Nicole gasped, and her coworker simply turned calmly and began to walk away. He showed them to a safe house - but it honestly didn't matter. The entire colony, which was situated in the ocean, began to go to hell. The dome that covered it cracked, and the ocean quickly rushed in to cover everything. Nicole quickly got to a terminal, and began to call Isaac, hands shaking and voice barely audible.

He got it.

And the first thing he did was scream. He had to go back into hell to save the person he loved, and it wasn't fair to him, because he'd just come back from the Ishimura. Regardless, he found his newer, better version of his armor. He strapped it on, and with a blinding flash of light, the suit's systems came on.

I woke up right as Isaac was showing up and Nicole was scavenging through supplies methodically in a closet, trying to determine how many people she could save and how many would try to kill her from trying.

(( for part of this dream, I was lucid, but several other times I was about to wake up but somehow remained in the dream. So some parts I wasn't. ))

I remembered there was this hospice that I was travelling to, with the youngest of our group, a 10-year-old-girl. The rest of my group was holding up in an abandoned masnion, which served as our home for the time being. I drove a very old teal car there, in order to better disguise ourselves. Upon reaching this hospice, I got us both out of the car and did a quick once-over of the building. I was going there to see an old lady who had been in charge of the project to turn us all into what we were today. I was about to go in when the girl I was with started to make a fuss.

I told her it wasn't safe and she needed to stay out here - in case I had to make a quick getaway. Not to mention it'd be safer for her, if Erasers were present and planned to sneak up on her. The girl was throwing a fit, but after a stern comment, she soon quieted and agreed to my plan. That being taken care of, I turned around and entered the building.

It was nice and furnished pleasantly, and didn't reek of heavy cleaning. I walked up to the receptionist and asked her where the lady was, and she smiled at me and directed me to her. She was currently eating lunch, but upon seeing me, she froze and a very cold glint entered her eye. Having lied to the receptionist about wanting to go see my "aunt", I looked at her, grinned cheekily, and said, "Why, hello, Auntie!"

I despised this woman. I hated her with almost everything I had. She had not been kind in the least during my period of captivity. The receptionist left, and I began to demand answers about a black folder that contained sensitive information about us. She denied having it, and began to ask me questions about silly things that honestly made no sense. I realized she was trying to stall me after a few seconds, so I growled at her, whirled around, and quickly made my escape. There was a man who was trying to catch me, but I was too fast for him.

Exiting on the side of the building, the girl was the first one to greet me. She was holding a huge black packet, and as I looked, I found she was grinning.

"I found it! I found what we were looking for!"

"Celebrate later, baby. We have to book it."

And we did. I jumped into the driver's seat of the car and I took off, pealing rubber and making a hasty escape.

Next thing I know, I'm standing on a street corner with the second youngest in my group, and I was on the verge of waking up. I vaguely remembered reading something about rubbing your hands together to stay lucid, so I did. And I stayed lucid. The girl was gesturing for me to run, to hurry, to follow her. I did, and together we sprinted down the sidewalk to our hideout.

"Are you sure you're not being followed?" I asked her as we ran.

"Yeah, yeah. I ran this street like, five times already!"

"Then what's that noise, doofus?" I asked her, and we both stopped to listen to the rustling in the grass.

It was Erasers. They were underground, gearing up to attack and following us. Worry swept over me - the second oldest in our group and the third youngest were still at the mansion. Were Erasers already there? Unknowing, we double-timed it to get there, and our wings sprang from our backsides and she launched into the air, making it into the second story.

The scene we found was utter chaos. My flock was running everywhere, and Erasers were hunting us all. I tried to fight them, but I wasn't really in control of the situation. My second oldest - a boy - was. And the scary part was he was part Eraser. He was bird-boy and werewolf. And somehow, he managed to drive them off by using a chain.

People had been present during this fight. People claiming to be my mom and dad. So my flock and I met them in the outside parking lot, and I remember we each had a word with them. Until it was my turn, and both of them turned around as I began to tearfully apologize for never coming back all of those years. They turned around after composing themselves, too, and asked why.

I told them we all had wings.

They didn't believe us, so I showed them. They weren't engineered to be on our backsides, but come out of our skin when we needed them. With concentration, we could make them emerge without danger or fear or strong emotions provoking them. My wings did, ripping right through the jacket I was wearing. I had beautiful white wings, and to demonstrate I could fly, me and the flock went through a joyride of the parking lot. My parents were delighted, and even invited us all to stay. Despite me warning them about the dangers of us, they persisted. We accepted.

Our clothes were altered so they wouldn't be ripped to shreds when our wings decided to pop out. And next thing I know, we're driving along in a car to a beautiful lake side that got a lot of tourism. Lake Chelan, they called it. We got out and began to hike around it, until finally I decided to fly above the lake. I tried to fly several times, but my wings wouldn't come out. But finally, finally they did. I managed to get a little ways over the lake before I lost lucidity and I fell into the water with my flock, where we were all laughing over the awestruck faces of the people on the shore.

Everybody in my family became Infected with this strange virus, so I took it upon myself to end their misery. It was hard, and it was before they turned completely, but I managed. Somehow I was not infected, so I moved on with my dog - to a place where other survivors were gathering. I was hoping that maybe I could stay safe with them. And for a while, we were. We gathered supplies and moved into this large asphalt/brick house that was both sturdy and spacious, and isolated. A heavy-plated truck was our escape vehicle in the garage, and we took it upon ourselves to memorize every nook and cranny of the house in case something happened.

Axel (my dog) took well to living there. He never strayed far from me, so protective he was, but he'd play in the sunlight and happily go to and fro with the smaller children and play with them.

But like all good things, it had to end.

Hunters broke in, and my dog attacked them. He was Infected, then, but before I could go to him, I was ushered inside o the house and we were scrambling to get safe. My dog was taken inside, and I remember he was taken behind a door I was not allowed to enter. When we were attacked again, the next night, everything had been packed up into the getaway truck and as I was about to enter, I saw my dog, bound and insane. I bit my lip as I entered the truck, and away we went. The Hunters had attacked in the sunset, so we used it to our advantage.

We drove for what seemed like forever, but finally got to another safe haven - in Colorado. It was an incredibly fortified visitor's center of sorts, and it acted of somewhat like a store. We grew and sold food and other important things to people who travelled there in search of us. It was there that we discovered the alien life form that had come down and polluted the people, mutating them into Hunters.

But we had a small creature - another alien - and it raised the alien flora that had taken root in the visitor center. Everything was beautiful, captured into tubes and perfectly temperature-controlled. I took the small creature into my hand and had it give me a small tour. Against my will, however, I began to cry. The kind of deep heaves that leaves you feeling exhausted and tired. It was because I had killed everything I had ever loved.

Over time, we effectively found out how to stop the Hunters. We would lure them into the building and test possible ways to kill them. And we eventually found the correct way to do it.

Again, it was compromised.

I remember everyone was running back and forth and was screaming. A woman I was fond of ran back inside to save something, back inside of the building filled with Hunters, and I knew she would die. Her husand and I waited outside, in the heavy duty truck. A girl who was with us tried to plead with him to leave her, because if he cared about survival he would. He was going to wait for his "fool wife" he told her.

I was spurred into action, ran back inside of the building and began to search for her. I ran straight into a Hunter, which turned around and looked at me with eyes that only reeked of murderous intents.

"Don't," I pleaded, "Don't hurt her. Just turn around and leave, there are plenty of other things for you to eat besides her and me."

To my surprise, it did. It turned around and walked off calmly.

Something else was beginning to happen, but I was so scared and shaken that I pulled myself out of the dream.