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15. BONUS CHAPTER!

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Warner's dream before seeing Blair.
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- Quiet. Everything seems so quiet as I look from the window of my office.

A strange silence seems to have filled the place outside. For a moment as I stared at the window I realized that this silence is quite unusual as in my sector always but always something hideous such as civilians protesting would happen.

There is something strange about this fog as well that has surrounded the base. Headed towards my sector. I do not seem fond about this strange fog either. Like it's some sort of message being given to me.

Perhaps about the unfortunate situations that happen outside to poor people. Situations that I cannot interfere not can anyone else.

Perhaps it's just the same fog that has been surrounding the world since the Reestablishment has taken over.

It's quite ordinary as well as is the silence around. I look over at my hands and realize I'm holding my gun. That was inside my holster.

Now it's in my hand.

What is going on?

Am I being judged? For the things I have done over the years I have been a regent of Sector 45?

There's blood on my hands. Blood that isn't mine. Blood...

No. This cant be.

I call out for my soldiers but no one answers. I look over at the door and put the gun back to my holster as my mouth turns into a frown.

But the moment I look at my hands, the blood had vanished.

This must be a dream.

A nightmare.

But I rarely sleep? How?

I call out for my soldiers again and no answer.

Soldiers seems to be quite dismissive today. So I walk towards the door and try to open it but it doesn't open. "What on Earth." It's not opening no matter how much I use my entire force to do so.

This is a dream, control it.

I tru again. And again. "Whoever can hear me, I demand you to open this door!" I yell frustrated but no one answers.

This must also mean something.

If it's a dream. Then this must be telling me something.

I try to open the door again.

"Hello birthday boy." The familiar voice makes my heart skips a beat.

I look over and see him. Father. Holding a whip on his hands.

"Father?" I say confused. "It isn't even my birthday yet. Why are you here?"