"Ahh"
"Uff-Uff"
Lucien woke up screaming and breathing heavily. He was back in his apartment, and it was still winter. His hand touched his shoulder, where the mutant bird had torn off a huge chunk of flesh. He felt all the pain and despair of being bitten and infected, and when he looked at his father and saw the same expression on his face, he knew he wouldn't survive this…
"Is this how I died in the first apocalypse?"
Lucien murmured somewhat incredulously, but unlike his innocent self, he knew there was nothing he could do to change the past. He also didn't know if he would dream about the first apocalypse again, but he hoped so; after all, this was the first night he hadn't had nightmares about the people he killed, and he also hoped to check on his mother's situation through this dream.
