dreamland

He was running out of time.

Holding onto her he ran as fast as he could.

‘What if all of this is unreal?’, she asked, her face quite disturbed.

‘No, this has to be real. This thing has the power to change our lives’, he mumbled trembling, the answer hardly satisfying her curious mind.

He looked back to reassure her when he saw her face change colors.

Her face was now terrifying. The pretty doe eyes now had a fire in them. Her face had odd looking bump, and the skin had turned a dull shade of dark green, sharp canines poking out of her mouth. He slowed down but she kept her pace crashing into the wall ahead, turning into a cloud of smoke, quick to disappear.

He screeched into a stop, almost losing his balance. He stood there, confused.

Beads of sweat began to flow down his face while he tried to make sense of everything that happened in the past hour.