Warning: this chapter may be a little gory.
Chapter 8
It must’ve been close to 14 days since he had started his escape from Rupture Farms. The incident in the cafeteria was almost 4 days ago. Since then, he had found a locker and gotten a new pair of pants, and a new gun. It was hard to find safe places to sleep. Sometimes, he had to sleep for an hour or two, and then keep going until he could sleep a little later. He was sleeping now, and he had been sleeping for about 30 minutes. He was just going into REM, the state of sleep where dreams occur. He was dreaming now, and his dreams weren’t peaceful, to say the least. It was a bloody dream. Things like how Scrabs and Paramites were killed to make treats. Sedated Scrabs being sliced open by knives, and Intestines spilling out onto the floor. Paramites under Meat Grinders, with skin and flesh flying everywhere. Blood in large pools ending up on the floors of Butchering rooms. It wasn’t something that you could forget as soon as you woke up, either. This dream would stay with Mervick for days, maybe weeks. These, an many other images flashed through his mind. They were so horrifying, that his eyelids hammered open with a clicking sound. His breathing fast, his heart pumping, and his mind racing, he shook off the dream (for the time being) , with an effort, and went back to sleep. He wasn’t going to forget this dream, not yet.
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