In the midst of all the mayhem taking place, I found myself slipping in and out of sleep. My awareness took hold of me, while outside turmoil invaded my vision. The air was black. Monstrous beasts lurking against militant intruders who were caught off guard lay dead in the land of eternal night. Our darling eyes caught sight of the viciousness, capturing the bravery in which they came, and inevitably falling witness to how hard they fought.
When I saw Gregory, I thought he was my sister. It was a faded illusion. His allure I gave into, in a way being fascinated by the unknown. In a flash I caught a glimpse of my life and an unsettling image of a man laying on fire in the dead of night. “I shall be yours.”, he said to me right before I’d awoken.
In the pit of my stomach, I knew it was Greg. In my warm bed I sat up, realizing my skin had become webby. Everyday my stomach grew bigger, and my heart filled with sadness to the realization that Greg wasn't coming back, but I oftentimes dreamt of him. Without my sister, the days and nights grew lonely as I adjusted to a new dynamic I never had.
I found solace in the movement of my belly, thinking of how I could become closer to my unborn kin. Knowing the trials and tribulations to come were sinking in each day. Greg now lives through me and I knew what I had to do next. There were barriers set in place to decrease the undead population so it wasn’t going to be easy. I had already made up my mind.
That following night I dreamt that he’d come home..
