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Mike had begun to descend when Khaliq put his hand on Mike's shoulder and said "Wait. Let's hold on for a second."

Both Andy and Mike looked at Khaliq. "Just wait."

Sarah was leaning over the rooftop and looking at the dogs. "Lots of dogs? You want me to shoot 'em." She withdrew a large revolver. "But I don't think I got enough bullets."

Indeed there were lots of dogs, hundreds of dogs, perhaps thousands. Like all the dogs that hungered over all the bodies that lie unburied in the fields of Iraq. And still they looked famished.

Sobia was still limping from her leg injurt, went to the side. She shook her head. "There are too many. They will get me for sure. I think I should stay here, and if you can come back for me... well if you cannot, do not worry. I am getting old anyway and I should have died years ago."

"Nonsense, you'll still good." Said Sarah. But there was reason to doubt it. THe tentacle that had wrapped itself around her leg had left a nasty red sore that didn't seem as if it wished to go away.

"There is no way out of here unless we go through those dogs." Said Mike.

Khaliq shook his head. "Wait a few minutes. Let the dawn end. What do you have to lose?"

Indeed there was little rush.

They looked to the East. The sun was slowly rising, it's beams cutting through the clouds, chasing away the dusk with new transparency. Providing illumination.

"Look at this." Khaliq

It was Tim's partial drawing. THe mosque in the midst of a huge forest.

And as the sun rose the dogs began to howl, began to shake. And then then they began to leave, at first slowly, then quicker until they were running, fleeing from the mosque. The tentacle had not been seen since last night, nor was there any thumping.

The pavement began to crack, splintering and opening to the ground below. Buildings seemed to rescind or even seem to remove themselves, retreating back and away from the mosque. Other buildings seem to crumble and collapse into cloud of dust. Through these clouds spirals of brown rose from the ground and climbed into the air, where they suddenly began to spring green bloosoms and then leaves. The earth trembled below them, but those in the earthquake felt no earthquake.

In the east the sun continued to rise.

And in moments it was over.

Around them was a forest of tall trees that might have been centuries old, that towered above them. Grass, green and soft, had replaced the urban landscape of the night before.

"Well that was pretty fucked up." Murmured Mike.

The others nodded.

"At least the dogs are gone." Said Sarah.

"Can you explain what happened?" Asked Mike. "Is this all because of him?" Meaning Tim.

"I don't think so. I have seen buildings that don't belong in any one city, from places that I doubt Tim had ever heard of. And the city, it changes. Why? Perhaps because Tim dreamed it. Are you afraid of dogs Tim? Or have nightmares of dogs?"

Tim shook his head.

"But sometimes I have nightmares of dogs feeding on corpses." Whispered Andy.

"And the thing with the tentacle?" Asked Khaliq.

No one said anything but finally Nasi raised her hand. " I saw this film Galaxy of Terror and there was this tentacle rape that freaked me and sometimes, yeah. ANd then there was this film Evil Dead.."

"Where the girl gets raped by a tree?" Asked Mike.

"Yeah."

"Great fuckin film." Said Mike.

"Not to mention Lovecraft.... So yeah, I have nightmares." Said Nasi. Some of the others had read Lovecraft and nodded.

"And Tim drew a picture of a dragon." Said Khaliq.

"Maybe we shouldn't let the kid draw then?" Asked Make.

Some of the others laughed. But that laughter died quickly as each looked at the forest that seemed to have surrounded them. But the city hadn't gone. From the roof of the mosque they could see the outlines of the city buildings stretched around them, encircling the forest.

"So why do they come out at night, or hide out in the dark." Asked Sobia.

"Because people are afraid of the dark places." Said Sarah.

"ANd because man's first emotion, his primal emotion, is fear." Said Andy, who had also read his Lovecraft.

"But then why are we still here and everyone else isn't?" Asked Khaliq.

"Or why is this happening to us?" Asked Sarah.
 
"Almost outta gas...", he sighed.

He knew it would happen eventually, The old crop duster had taken him from his home in Marion on the outskirst of the city. It had taken him far...

He laughed a dry laugh.

"There are people down there aren't there?", he spoke to himself again, as he usually did.

"Well then this is where we part ways Baron", he spoke now to the Biplane he had road for hours.

"Lotta fuckin' dogs!", he said, "hope I don't miss".

He leapt from the plane and held the pull-cord of the parachute tight in his hand.
These people he watched were so intrested in themselves and those dogs, they wouldn't even have noticed "Fourth of July" fireworks, let alone him.
All he could think about was the man riding the bomb in "Dr.Strangelove".

"PULL!"
 
Something was walking along the roof towards the trapdoor, the weight of it's body sounding heavy on the beams.

Sean listened for signs of the things from below. Hector had called them Coyotes but they looked like some kind of half-man, half beast werewolf creatures. And here he was without a silver bullet.

They ran through the storage room, out a door, through a second storage area, then to an office. Then it was a deadend.

"Fuck." Spoke Veronica on behalf of all of them.

"The doors." Said Hector, "I will see if I can barricade them."

Before anyone could stop him he had gone back to where they came.

Sean found a fire axe that was nearby. "Maybe I can break through this wall to the other side." He said. Then he began chopping into the dry wall.

Veronica watched him, her gun now ready. This was worse than Lee.

Hector did got as far as the trap door when he saw the first of the Coyotes break through the door. It stumbled through, rolled and then came up on two feet. It took an instant for it to sense him and when it turned its attention on him.

In its face he could see his childhood, his time in the desert, the truck and the screaming, the smell of the people trapped inside a metal truck under the Arizona heat.

He brought up his shotgun as the creature lept for him.

Only to be snatched out of the air by something long and fast. One moment the coyote was lunging, the other was a blur as something long and reptilian snatched it with its teeth and dragged it through the trapdoor to the roof.

Another coyote emerged at the door.

Hector slammed the door shut and found something to brace it. Then he moved as many food crates as he could to block that door. He stepped back.

Thump. Something hit the door.

Hector retreated to the next storage room. This he too did his best to blocade that as well before he retreated back to the office.

He could see that Sean was making progress with the wall. That he could already climb through.

Veronica told him to hurry.

What he didn't see was the fist come up through the floorboards. Only when he felt it grab his ankle did he realize the danger.

Still he struggled away, trying to retain his balance, trying to break away from the hairy clawed hand that had wrapped itself around his ankle.

It was no use, it was too strong.

Another fist broke through the floor, and this too seized his leg.

Veronica caught one last desperate look from Hector, before the small mexican man was pulled through the floor.
 
The place felt like it would buckle underneath his feet. The only smart move was to get down, if only for the human company.
Now it was obvious, somebody was hackin' at the walls.

"What the fuck!", he shouted loud enough for everyone to hear.

He walked to the door and found it stuck. He looked back the other door was barracaded.

"Fuck!", he shouted, "Guys?"
 
Hector found himself on the floor in a dark room. Above he could see a light coming from above and he could hear Veronica's voice.

He was aware that his body hurt, that his lower legs were bleeding, probably from the claws. His heach ached, but that was due to coming down hard and hitting his head.

But what had pulled him down had let him go.

His fingers looked for the shotgun, but he couldn't seem to find it, just pieces of broken furniture. Perhaps he had fallen on a table, and that had cushioned his fall.

He didn't answer Veronica but listened, carefully.

It was here.

ANd it knew where he was.

He could hear it breathing. Deep and heavy. He could imagine the sound of it breathing through the saliva that was forming it the creatures mouth. It's mouth getting wet as it hungered, as it anticipated the moment when it would be upon him.

Hestor's hand searched for the nearest thing to a weapon he could find.

"Little Boy, little boy. Is your mommy not home." The creature said.

The voice was Carlos.

"She was a nice little dish, your momma. I liked having her."

"I'll kill you." Whispered Hector.

"You tried that once, little Hector. Remember, and I almost killed you then. You think you will get away a second time?"

"I am not the same boy."

"No, I know. You have a woman. And there was that girl. They were nice. I had them too." Said the creature, taunting Hector.

"Fuck you." Said Hector.

"You'll have to do better than that." Said the creature, which laughed all the louder.

Then it happened quickly.

Hector lunged. Using the sharp edge of table leg, he rammbed it towards the creature like a spear.

Driving it home.

But not fast enough.

The creature backhanded him across the face, knocking him down and across the floor, where he landed on his side.

Hector turned to face the ceiling, bringing up the table leg that he still clutched.

He could hear the whisper in the air as the creature lept for him. He could sense its smell as it came atop.

He pushed the spear up. Felt the impact. The moment fo resistance, and then the spear broke through, inside.

The creature howled, and that howl became a scream. The creature tried to bite and it's mouth was near Hector's neck. Hector pushed at it, moving it to the side.

The creature tried to crawl as way as Hector found piece of broken furniture.

Lights came on in the room, but Hector ignored him. Instead he focused on Carlos, who had dragged himself to a corner, a trail of blood across the floor. Still alive, the man beast sought to extract the leg from his body.

"I'm dieing." It said, matter of factly.

Hector slammed it across the face once with what appeared to be the top of a broken chair.

Carlos fell, his face now bleeding.

"Where is my wife?" He demanded.

"They live." Said Carlos, his voice growing weaker.

"Where?"

"Beyond all of this that you see."

Hector lifted his broken chair to hit Carlos again.

Carlos shook his head. "It doesn't matter if you hit me again. It doesn't matter. I am dieing." H is voice got softer, weaker.

Already he was changing. The hair drawing in, the body changing its muscular so that it was less beast and more man.

"Hector?" A voice. Veronica.

"I think I'm ok. Cut, but ok. I killed him."

Sean came to stand next to Hector, looked down on the fallen Carlos.

"What are you?" Asked Sean. Veronica and Sean had braved the creatures to go after Hector. It was they who had turned on the lights.

"I am nothing. He created me." Said Carlos pointing a fingure to Hector. "I am his child and I am nothing."

His last words spoken, Carlos turned his head, gave a long sigh and stopped breathing. Then, beginning with his toes and his skins, he seemed to disintegrate into a greenish ooze that fizzled away.

The others watched as the creature that became man, became corpse, and then disolved into little more than a green stain on the floor. Then that too was gone.

"What about the other ones?" Asked Hector.

"They're all gone. Perhaps they came only for you."

"Why?" Asked Hector.

"Because they are your nightmares." Said Veronica.

"There's more. Come."

Hector followed Sean back into the restaurants main room which had been turned upside down by the creatures who had since disappeared.

Outside, the sun was shining. The trio stepped outside onto the sidewalk and stared up to forest of impossibly high trees that arose on the border of where the city met a forest.

"This wasn't here yesterday." Said Sean.
 
*Sean laid aside the ax, staring out over the trees. What the hell....there better not be any godamn mosquitoes out there at least.*

"All right, let's collect what we need from here and then make it out there. I have a tent in that backpack, back in the kitchen. Might be able to squeeze all of us inside if necessary. Other than that, I don't know what we need to do. This feels like a godamn game, and maybe we're on level two now?"


He sighed, looking over the woodlands. God willing, they wouldn't have to encounter *his* nightmares out there. His nightmares were not of people, but of himself. Himself, destroying all who stood in his way in his pursuit for perfection and power.

"I.....want you guys to make a promise to me, ok? I...well....it seems each of us is being tested in what most scares us. My own....well..feelings....."

He dropped off, looking up to them with aching eyes.

"Promise me that if I become something other than what I should be, you'll keep going and leave me behind, far behind. I will do my best, but I cannot speak of guarantees that i will be successful confronting my own....demons."
 
"Hey Fuckers!", the raggedy man said as he exited the building and found the three standing outside.

The three looked at him, the general look was one of confusion. Sean picked up the axe and held it in both hands.

"Whoa, whoa, Hells no! This wasn't here when I came flying in!", Chris said obviously ignoring Sean's gesture with the ax and looking at the new tree line.

Again the three looked at the tree line. Sean kept his eye on Chris, he didn't like his look. Everyone was unusually quiet, they seemed truley baffled by his apearance.

"Um... is there any, um... food?"

Hector gave him a funny look.
 
OCC- Ok, time to do something interesting with Chris. Laven, since your character kind of dropped in on two different stories at the same time, I am going to drop him out and put him someplace else.

Also time to bring our groups together.

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Hector was about to speak to the man in the black t-shirt, when everyone's eyes turned to the man's hand. He had lifted a hand in greeting but then the fingers had seemed to come apart.

They weren't fizziling the way the Lee's corpse had, but seemed to disintegrate into fragments, as if his hand became dust. The process began in the tips of his fingers which seemed to just seperate and spread away. First his fingers, than his hand, then his arm.

The man could only watch, a screaming beginning from the back of his throat as his arm slowly disintegrated into the air. After his arm had vanished into dustlike particles, his body began to come apart, the process working its way up his neck to his head, down to his legs and to his other arm. He was still screaming as his mouth disappeared, then his noses, eyes and the rest of his head.

A moment later, the body was gone.

"Who the fuck was that?" Asked Sean.

Neither Hector nor Veronica knew.

"I think we should get the fuck out of here." Said Veronica.

The three moved away from the building and the disintegrating man and headed into the forest, up the trail of a hill until they reached its summit.

"More people." Said Sean pointing into the distance.

Indeed another group of people seemed to be moving in their direction and away from a building that looked to have once been a mosque.

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In the distance, Mike looked through a pair of binoculars.

"People. Three. Coming this way." He said.

"Perhaps they know more about this than we do." Said Sarah. "What the fuck happened to my city?"

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Chris had last seen his hands and body disintegrate. Then blackness.

THen light.

Piercing white light.

It filled his eyes and blinded him.

Voices. In a language that he could not understand. A language that didn't sound human.

At least two, maybe three.

Then he heard something familiar, a buzzing sound.

Close.

Loud.

Closer to his head.

Then a stinging sensation from behind his ear.

Stinging, pain, filling his head.

The buzzing seemed to have connected with something, seemed to be chewing into this. Liquid.

Incrediable pain.

They were drilling into his head.

He opened his mouth to scream.

And found himself lieing across the alter under the stainglass of cathedral.
 
Dream?

Everything in his mind screamed no. He could still feel "Real" pain.
He sat upon the Alter.

"Shit! This isn't fuckin' Oz! Where are the munchins?", He shouted

It was time to handle life the best way he could: by "playing it Bogart".

He hopped off the alter, looked for a door and found one. He Ran at full force for the door and Slammed it down with easy.

He saw truth as the tree's swayed in a different world.


...in the "Dream".
 
**Sean walked forward, his hand, though carrying a rifle was raised in the air. The other hand sort of waved, sort of beckoned the three people. He was loathe to yell precisely, as he didn't need more freak jumping out of the woodlands.

"Well, I hope these ones don't disappear like that last one. It would really...well...suck if we were the only 'real' people around here."

He continued down the hill, not really wanting to be the 'greeter' but circumstances seeming ti dictate it. As he drew close, his hands always in sight he spoke out "Hey there....welcome to the party." He smiled slightly, feeling like an idiot, but he wasn't very good with words, espeically in this clusterfuck of a place.**
 
OCC: sorry for the wait, but i was hoping for Mikey to do the hailing. Andy is supposed to be the top dog & my char isn't too talkative by nature.
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The group had positioned themselves naturally into a defensive position, without Andy having to give any pointers. They didn't trust the jungle, nor the strangers. Mike & Andy up front, Sarah & Nasi covering the back and the others in the middle. When the strangers greeted them, Mike looked at Andy, but it turned out he was even less talkative than Mike was. Not really knowing how to handle the situation, Mike just used cliché greetings.

"Hi, I'm Mike. Glad to meet you, although the circumstances could've been better, I guess." He said, with his shotgun pointing down & to the side, but ready for any trouble. "Yes, gargoyles, hellhounds & abominations aren't to much fun to be around." He added mumbling.

He shook his head, mildly annoyed by his ramblings.

"Anyhow, this is Andy, Khaliq, lil' Tim, Sobia, Sarah & Nasi."

He hoped he didn't get any names wrong, he had always been dreadfully bad with names...

"Let me guess: You had a bad dream, all woke up at the same time, found eachother by accident and have been fighting off nightmare-ish crap ever since?" Mike said as he let out a deep sigh.
 
OOC: Sorry for not posting for a while.

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Sean had noticed Andy, the man in Combats holding a military rifle, had his weapon leveled and was scanning the area for anything possibly dangerous. Apparently satisfied that nothing was about to jump out of the trees and eat them, he straightened up and cut into the conversation.

"As Mike said, I'm Andy. I'm a Lieutenant in the British Army, but it seems like our group is from all over the place - coupla yanks around; I take it you're not from round here too?"

"Well," Sean answered, "'here' doesn't seem to be anywhere. Doesn't seem like we're in any known city."
 
OC- OK so more discussion and greetings, but also some hints.

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The greetings were initially cautious and careful, but once the groups began to speak, theyt discovered they had more reason to share with one another than to fear.

Hector nodded a great. "My name is Hector. I thought this was New York a couple of days ago, but now I am not so sure."

Veronica nodded her greeting. "I'm also a New Yorker and this sure doesn't look like the Central Park I remember."

In some places the forest seemed like a jungle, teaming with all sorts of strange vegetation, other parts looked like a Scandinavian forest and yet others like a Redwood forest.

But why let that get her down? Veronica perked up.

"Let's see last night we were visited by a bunch of things that Hector thinks are coyotes but the rest of think are some kind of werewolves. Oh and there was my the phantom of my boyfriend but I stabbed and he dissolved. Don't get the wrong idea, I normally don't kill my boyfriends. Oh and then there was a dragon that landed on our building."

Hector added, "And don't forget the disintegrating man."

"Disintergrating man?" Asked Nasi.

"Yeah some guy came out of the building behind us and say something like 'hey ya fuckers.' and then he just seemed to come apart." Said Hector. The thought of the man's strange death sent a shiver down his spine. "Have you seen anything like that?"

Sarah nodded- "Yep. An old crazy Chinese lady." She stopped herself thinking about the number of people of obvious oriental extraction nearby, "Excuse me. Don't mean to be racist. But this crazy bitch was trying to get all the jewelry out of the store and chased me away. I left the store and heard gunfire. When I went in, she was dissolvin like acid or somethin'. One moment she was there, next she was all gone. Can't say what got her. Maybe it was them things we saw yesterday or was down in the subways."

Veronica listed to the woman speak but shook her head. "Well my ex went out with a fizzle. But this guy just, well, came apart like dust."

"Fucked up shit." Said Nasi.

"Yes, it was a close one last night." Said Hector.

"Where did you stay?" Asked Mike.

Sean pointed back to the edge of the forest, now largely hidden by trees. "In restaurant, about that way. But it was bad. The damn werewolves came in, her boyfriend showed up in the freezer and then a dragon almost came through the roof."

To Khaliq the difference between their experiences seemed strange. "Last night, we spent the evening inside a mosque. Outside something alive and in the sewers almost got Sobia, and then it fed a giant pack of hungry dogs. Both the tentacle and the dogs were gone in the morning."

"Similar. The werewolves seemed to withdraw in the morning." Said Sean.

"So maybe the monsters come out at night?" Asked Sobia.

"But then why did you find sanctuary in a mosque while they got into our restaurant?" Asked Hector.

"Caus' it's a holy place." Said Sarah. "It's sanctuary and cause it's protected by God."

"God is Muslim?" Asked Sean.

"Nope, God is also Christian. I slept in a church the night before and something was coming in the dark to get me." Said Sarah. "But I closed the door and it stayed out. Cause the church is sanctuary."

"Nothing came for me in my home?" Said Hector, looking at the others who nodded agreement.

"Maybe because your home is safe, or because you think and believe its safe." Said Khaliq. "Same with the church. You think it's safe so it becomes so."

"But I don't believe." Said Mike.

"Doesn't matter." Said Sobia, "We did. ANd that kept the dogs at bay."

"ANd there was no reason to feel safe in the restaurant, in fact I kind of expected the Coyotes would come in." Said Hector.

"But Lee came for me at my home. Why wasn't that safe?" Asked Veronica.

No one had a quick answer. Then Khaliq made a suggestion. "Vampires can only come in if you have invited them in first. Maybe it's like that. Did Lee come to your home."

Veronica nodded.

Khaliq nodded. "So it was a personal place you shared, a place that he had been to before, and you had no reason to believe he could not go there again."

"So I brought him there?" Asked Veronica.

"Yes. Perhaps."

"And the restaurant too?" Asked Veronica. "Because I let him come after me."

"Perhaps."

"The Coyotes were my nightmare." Said Hector.

Andy thought about the dogs. "My nightmares of Iraq brought the dogs."

"And I don't like Octopus!" Said Sobia.

"Yeah, but I never dreamed of no dragons like came down on us last night." Said Sean.

"Nor have I." Said Hector. Veronica nodded her assent. "So if we did not have a nightmare of dragons, where did that one come from."

No one had a quick answer. Then Khaliq remembered. "Tim?"

Tim, who had remained silent throughout, stepped forward and shy nodded. "I had a dream of a fierce dragon."

"But then why did it come after us?" Said Sean.

Again, everyone was silent.

"Might as well ask why the city isn't New York or London but parts of both and other cities. And this forest wasn't hear yesterday." Said Sobia.

Khaliq shrugged. "Yes, but we were."
 
"It seems like only two of us have not passed through the 'nightmare' phase of yet. Granted, I have *no* desire to face my own nightmare, nor to I ask you to have to accept it either. If we all stick together, it hink we can make it through this...whatever the......hell *this* is. We have some firearms, we have some knowledge. if we believe an area is safe, it seems to be safe. I don't know, but maybe we just have to weather whatever the hell this is, or else each of us have to be 'tested' or something. Best way to do that is to maybe put everything in the open.


He sighed heavily, looking between each one of them.

"My own nightmare could very well be about me, as my....nightmares concern myself being something less than human, of being tempted to give into power and desire and 'fuck the world' as they say. if that makes me a danger to the group, I'll walk. I don't want the responsibility of you dying at my hands...don't need the pressure. Then again, I think with the majority of us through our nightmares, we're almost there, and we can start gathering a group of survivors. I mean, if we can find a place we can 'all' agree on a safe spot, we can get through this, draining out our nightmares and maybe surviving. Being in the woods doesn't seem that godamn conducive to our survival,a s we will need food, heat, and other shit like that. I wouldn't mind a nap myself, how about you all?"
 
The others began to eye Sean suspiciously.

"Well we could tie you up." Suggested Mike.

But before the others could assent, Hector said simply, "I don't think that's a good idea."

Would Hector stand in the way of restraining Sean?

Andy was about to speak when Veronica, who had walked to stand with Hector, said simply. "I agree. We will deal with Sean's nightmare when we have to."

The others were uncertain.

"I think the wise thing to do would be to get out of this forest." Said Sarah. "Don't know about you, but I'm a city person and this forest ain't right."

"It would be best if we found a church for the night." Suggested Sobia. "It is safer."

Around them the forest seemed to be growing. Echoes of birdsong, the sounds of rattles and the wind in the leaves. Deeper the sound of a roar.

"I hope that's not the polar bear." Said Veronica.

"I don't think so." Said Khaliq. "But why a Polar bear?"

"We saw one yesterday. Apparently the zoo has been emptied. Most of the pet shops too."

"Who would have the time to empty all the pet shops and the zoos?" Asked Nasi.

"A better question is why are the animals gone but the gates still locked." Added Hector to add to the mystery.

Another roar from deep in the forest.

Someone said, "We should get going."

All agreed, and after a brief discussion began to head back towards where the mosque should be. But the further they entered into the forest, the more distant the city appeared.

And whatever it was that roared, did so again.

"Kind of reminds me of that movie Jurassic Park, you know with the dinosaurs." Commented Nasi.

"Does anyone have a nightmare of dinosaurs?"
Asked Andy.
 
Mike sighed and started walking, the others started following. Somehow he felt like the city would be safer than the jungle, but he realised that this feeling was only due to the assumption that there would be law & order there, normal society. Which obviously wouldn't be there.
But still, things were less likely to jump at you in a city and your position would be more easily defended. Or was he wrong about that too? Nothing in this world was logical anymore...
 
"This isn't the Central Park I used to know." Said Veronica, gazing up at the tall redwood trees that towered into the heavens.

"Nor is it Hyde Park." Said Sean wiping off some of the mud from his clothing.

Both parks had been created as areas that city dwellers could get away from the congestion of the metropolis, where they could relax on green grass, picnic or play games. But the parks had transformed. Part jungle, part primevil forest.

"Sh!!!" Said Hector in a whisper, then with his hands suggested that everyone go low.

Ahead, the forest broke open into a field, and dotted through the field was a herd of Buffalo, grazing on the grace. Behind them was a stone wall and staircase leading up into the city.
 
"Buffaloes? I presume no one is afraid of buffaloes, right? And one wouldn't expect an entire herd to be shacked up at a zoo. Where the hell would this come from?" Mike asked as he frowned "I think we best circle around and hug the wall for safety's sake. Whatcha think?"
 
Khaliq followed the others. "But what if the Buffalos are not part of a nightmare, but merely part of a dream?"

"What do you mean?" Asked Sobia, who had slowed down considerably due to her injury from the tentacle.

"Well look at the city, it changes not merely everyday, but all the time. At night it changes more perhaps because we dream. But in the day it changes too. But why?" Said Khaliq, stopping to gaze at the buffalos. The creatures were majestic and calm, seeming content to graze on the grass of the field.

"How do we know they are even real?" Asked Hector.

"The monsters we saw last night were real enough." Replied Sean.

"But perhaps, " Spoke Veronica, "it's not just our nightmares. Perhaps its our dreams."

Mike was catching on to what they were saying. " And perhaps its not even our dreams or nightmares, but someone else's. Someone we have not met yet."

Khaliq, "But if its true, that what is materialized is not merely our nightmares but also our dreams, than..."

"...anything is possible." Said Nasi, finishing the thought.
 
**It was at this moment that Sean decided to speak up. The questions had been vexing him the entire time he had been here, and he was more than a little tired of being played for a fool by...whatever was watching them.**

"Personally, I think this is all a mind game with very real consequences. We're rats in a maze, being confronted with new and varied ways to torment us. Now granted, I do not wish to die, but I am much more concerned with finding out what the hell this experiment is about, and where are all the other people on this godforsaken planet. Hey, survival is great, but we won't survive everything unless we understand whatever it is is being thrown at us, and what the purpose of all this is. Obviously, the more we know, the better we can anticipate and predict what might change next."

**He sighed, looking over them all.**

"Of course, I have no idea how we might go about DOING that, but making assumptions could be flawed. If mythical monsters can exist, then there is nothing to say all of our pre-set beliefs about 'safe' places, what animals do what, etc, are necessarily valid. So far all we can trust is each other, for the moment. Other than that, I say we find a place to camp out and regroup and maybe piece together whatever clues we got. Otherwise, we're running blind here."
 
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