[It was a rainy night in my university dorm. I had a very strange dream. In it, I was crouched in a corner, watching as my seven roommates lay dead in their beds. Their blood had stained the walls a rusty red. I struggled awake, then threw up in disgust. After that, I could no longer tell reality from a dream.] It was raining again. It seemed to have been raining nonstop lately, as if it meant to drown the whole world. Everything was pitch-black, and the sky looked like an endless ocean, its waves churning and bearing down on the ground. At least the air was still fresh. The wind blew in through my sleeves, chilling me
