Brian sat up in a complete darkness, throwing his blanket (which was designed in a variety of blues and greens in stripes) and burying his face into his hands. "No..." he said silently to himself.. It was the same dream again. It had been the same dream every time. "Why..." It was a simple nightmare at first, but it grew into something, something with meaning. The end of the world? It wasn't clear at first, just a lot of mindless screaming and gunshots but it had evolved into something nearly unbearable.
Brian turned to see the only light on in his room, a dim red clock showing the time at 3:27 A.M. It was going to be another light like that. He'd be up until 6 before dozing off again (by that time, he'd have to wake up for school anyway) so he wouldn't bother with trying to sleep again. The memory of his nightmare was horrible, he had a few tears running down his cheeks.
/ / /
"Brian! Help!" He could hear her scream, followed by a high pitched yelp. As Brian rounded the corner of a brick building, he saw Lenora pinned up against a wall by a large lead pipe. Lenora was bleeding, her blood dripped from the open end of the pipe. Her long black hair hung over her face, she coughed blood onto the tangled black fall.
"No... NO!" Brian ran to her. "No... Lenora..." Lenora looked up at him, brown eyes shining with tears met.
"Brian..." Lenora coughed again. "Do you have the gun?" Brian looked to his pocket, inside rested a 9 millimeter pistol they had found, one bullet remained in the chamber. Brian knew what she wanted.
"Brian.. please.. It hurts."
Brian swallowed, looking at his cousin. "Lenora, I can't... I won't!" Brian's cheeks shone in the light.
"Please, Brian..."
"Lenora..."
"Please!" Lenora coughed once again, a raspy dry throated cough that sounded painful. More blood emitted from her mouth. The cough seemed to scar Brian, hearing the pain she was in.
"Lenora... I love you Lenora, I'll never forget you." Lenora took in a breath. "I love you too Brian.. Goodbye."
Tears fell onto the ground and Brian pulled the pistol from his pocket and aimed it at his cousin's head. The gunshot echoed throughout the abandoned city as Brian dropped to his knees, buried his face in his hands and asked himself: Why?
/ / /
That was when he woke up at 12, crying and sweating like a dog on a hot summer evening. As sad as it was, it was only a dream, thankfully. He drifted back to sleep, driving the memory away.
/ / /
"Meka!" Brian said, shaking the purple haired girl (Sleeping beauty, as he would tell himself had these been different circumstances.) They were on the third floor of an abandoned Hotel, sleeping on a spring-mattress on the floor. Six in the morning in a world that stunk to the empty heavens.
"Meka. Wake up." The girl shifted and sat up, her purple hair cascaded down in a jumble. "Brian? Oh Brian... I had this dream.. this nightmare... The world was ending, everyone was dieing.. it was horrible!" Brian's mind was instantly refreshed how all his loved ones were all more than likely dead. "I remember.." Meka continued ".. We came to a hotel and..." she stopped. "Oh god... no..." Meka seemed to go insane.

Brian grabbed her shoulders, he was beginning to shake. "Meka, Listen..." he questioned the presence of god then before continuing. "Meka, calm down..." Brian wasn't sure at this point whither he was trying to calm her down or calm himself down. To do his best, he wrapped his arms around Meka and instantly he knew his heart was beating too fast for his own good. After a few moments of holding her, she let go of him as their hearts began beating normally, both of them calm.

"We had guns... Brian, where are the guns?" Meka asked him. Brian was a bit taken aback, but he answered. "They're in the other room... Why?"

Meka stood, ignoring his question and ran into the room, Brian followed. Meka found the only two pistols on a table in the room. A glock and a Desert Eagle rested on the table, Meka's delicate hands reached for the Glock and picked it up, it was the one with more ammo anyway. The Deagle had only two shots left anyway. Meka handled the gun as a child, staring at it, examining it. "Brian..." Meka looked up at him. "It's hopeless, Brian... We won't make it out of here alive. I'll use this Glock... You use the Desert Eagle."

Brian's eyes widened, she couldn't have been serious... could she? "I'll use this, you use the Deagle. I want to tell you Brian, You've been a great person to me and I love you..." It was easy to tell she was having a hard time saying this after proposing suicide. Brian blinked.

"Meka.. We didn't go all this way just to give up here, we have a chance." Meka quirked an eyebrow.
"You think we have a chance? We have no food, No water, and the only thing keeping those... things from us is a 2 inch thick wooden door and 3 flights of stairs... Brian, we don't have a choice. They'll find us eventually..."

"Meka, We have each other for now, so put down the g-" He was interrupted by Meka.

"We won't have each other for long if we try to survive this! Please, Brian, I can't live this! Please... Brian.. If You won't do it... I'll.." she pulled the gun up, pointing it at Brian as the safety was clicked off. "I'll do it. It'll be for your own good, Brian, I'm sorry..."

Brian stepped forward. "Meka..." He stared directly into her eyes. "You're pointing a gun at me, Meka..." The pure reality that she was pointing a gun at him was enough to wrench tears from his eyes. Meka began to shake, tears began running down her face. Lowering the gun, Meka fell to her knees. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry Brian.. I can't... I..." She was silent for a moment, then in a quick motion, she brought the Glock to her chin and looked at Brian, who was startled. He ran towards her, he heard her say one thing before pulling this trigger.

"I love you."
/ / /
"Why am I having these dreams?" Brian shook his head, his eyes getting used to the darkness. His heart was beating furiously, trying to escape his chest. Could it really happen? Would the end of the world really come?