Jordan's POV:

Great. Another trash can with nothing in it. Geez man! Can't I just find a scrap at least!? Fine...I'll just keep looking. I walk further up into the alleyway, being cautious as to not come out into the street or be seen by anyone. My worn out trainers scrape against the ground, left wet by last night's rain. Goddam was that a bad night! I'm surprised I don't have a...a...ACHOO!!...Shit!

I swear to god, I better not have pneumonia. Then again, I wouldn't surprised if I did. I'm actually surprised that I haven't caught it sooner! Achoo! Godammit! Well, better find some place warm-ish. Maybe I can find somewhere in my cold, dark dreams. Yeah, they're filled with a freezing, sinister darkness, my dreams...my nightmares. But they're still warmer than out here. And that's because, occasionally, they're not real. They don't bring me any dose of reality. And I cherish that, no matter how terrifying they may be...reality is much worse. It always will be, no matter what happens.

Oh look, a back door, with a roof! It's tattered and shitty, but it's a roof all the same, and it's the best chance I've got if I want to survive tonight's downpour. I probably won't survive it, but who knows, I've been surviving for over twenty years on my own so far. Maybe I'm just that 'lucky'. Well, I'll just snuggle down here under the roof against the door frame, huddled into my tattered and shredded hoodie. I pull my arms into the chest area of the hoodie and wrap them around my sides, trying to contain as much body heat as I can. As the night slowly but surely approaches, I close my eyes and gently drift away, letting the darkness take over my mind.

~Jardon's dream~

Darkness. All around me. Shadows of ghosts circling like vultures. They want to take me, change me, I don't want to, but they don't listen.

The screams sound out now, against the silence, like foghorns through the mist. And I recognise them. The voices. My Mom. My Dad. My Brother. Me. My screams. By my mouth isn't open or moving! How can I be screaming!?

Now I can feel them. Claws and vices, scratching and gripping at my arms and legs. They're choking me, a heavy scent, like chemicals, scratching my throat, burning. I struggle against them, but I'm too weak. I can feel myself failing, falling, failing, falling...

~End of dream~

I wake up to about five or six strangers clad in black armour and sun-shielding masks. They're holding me down, my bones are so brittle, it feels like they're gonna snap! They've got a cloth covering my mouth and nose. The burning, it stings my eyes, and I'm scared, I'm crying in fear. Muffled screams as I try desperately to escape, but they're too strong, and I'm too weak. I can feel it again. That feeling of falling, falling. And the last thing I see before unnatural darkness consumes me, is the roof of a black van as I'm carried into it, tied up, and taken away to a place where I can only imagine will be worse than this life I live now...

Done. End of story. Jordan got taken. He died. Oh well. That's that.

Jk!! The third chapter should be up soon. But keep in mind I have a track record for moving from one story to another. However, I'm quite interested in this one myself, so maybe I'll keep up with it.

Anywho, gotta run, that is, to bed. I'm tired. Goodnight everyone. Thanks for reading!!

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