well this is my latest nightmare and the first one put into writing.
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I'm walking throught the dark streets of my city.
There is a cold winter chill in the air its all dry and filled with snow that refuses to fall.
The wind is blowing my hair around my face making it so i can't see anything throught the veil.
the next time i can see i wish that i can't.
I'm surrounded by my two worst fears mixed together to create santa zombies.
and im their next victim .
all i can see is the blood on their faces and the skin eroding to show the bone that was once hidden.
the guterall sounds make me sick.
I feel the scream welling up in my throat but it gets caught just as its about to erupt.
i turn and run, they have me surrounded, no where to run. they have me now.
and then i wake up.
