I woke up shaking. I remember the dream like it actually happened.
I was standing a field. There were people around me, people i recognized. My dad, friends, Braden. His other goons. These were the faces of the dead. People that the aliens had taken. People that were now corpses. I stood there. They noticed me and started coming towards me, their hands grabbing at my clothes, my hair. I tried to fight them off, but there were too many of them. They overwhelmed me, and I fell to the ground screaming. Then I heard Ashton's voice, and his hands grabbed me through the crowd. He pulled me to safety.
I guess that I had made some noises, because Ashton stirred next to me. I wiped the tears from my eyes. I shook him awake. "What the...!" he yelled. "Wake up, we need to go." I said as I started changing into my jeans. "Woah, just gonna change in front of me like that Cara?" he asked, covering his eyes. I winked at him and walked out of the room to wake up Layla. She was curled in a ball, snuggling her pillow. I hated to wake her up, she looked so peaceful. We had to get moving. "Layla, wake up." I said as I shook her arm. She groaned and sat up. She asked about Braden, if he was really dead. She told me about the nightmare she had. I didn't listen, I had to get us out of there. Ashton came into the room with a backpack and some water bottles. Ashton threw a sweater at me, and an entire outfit at Layla. "What are these?" I asked, staring at the ratty sweater. "They're to help us blend in, you guys aren't exactly camoflauge." he was smiling at me. I stared at my outfit, bright red tank top, green skinny jeans. Black vans that were covered in mud, and blood. I put the sweater on, and told Layla to do the same.
When we were dressed, Ashton led us out the door, his pistol in hand, shoulders tense, he was ready for anything. I noticed the way he held the gun, like it belonged in his hand, like it was meant to be there. Layla was holding my hand, I was carrying my backpack and Ashton's bag in the other hand. We had made it out of town, we were now in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing but forest and a cracked road. When I heard a branch break in the foliage. Before I could react, Ashton had pushed us out of the way. He was crouching a few feet off the road, pistol aimed at the forest. I fumbled with my backpack zipper, and I grabbed my gun, and concealed Layla behind a tree. I ran up behind Ashton, he whispered something to me, but I couldn't hear him. There was a really loud humming. I stood up, and that's when I saw them. Ten enemies, all heading towards our position.
I saw him, he was at the center of the front. He had blonde hair. His eyes were black. He had a gun trained on my chest. I dived when he fired, but his bullet still hit my side. I fell to the ground, screaming. My vision was blurring, from tears. I could see Ashton, he was firing in all directions. He was yelling my name. Layla was holding my hand.
The last thing I remember was Ashton running to my side. He started applying pressure to the wound. He was telling me it wasn't bad, that I'd live from it. I could see the worry in his eyes. Layla was crying. I blacked out as Ashton picked me up and he started walking. I don't remember anything.
