Dream#1: How much time did I have?
⚠️ Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of death, blood, medical imagery, pandemic-like illness, and psychological tension. (First Person POV) [Part 1 – OPENING ] The sky looked bruised. Clouds hung low, soaked in a dull blue-grey, and the air tasted like rain that never finished falling. Evening hadn’t fully taken over yet. The sky was cloud-thick but glowing faint, like it couldn’t decide whether to break open or disappear. I stepped out of the building. The outer wall was familiar—same color, same pattern, same place I used to be back in school. Didn’t think much of it. Just wanted to get home before the real dark settled in. A cab waited across the road—engine on, headlights flicking between amber and white. It felt like it had been waiting for me. I picked up my pace. That’s when she came— quick hands, silent steps, and something was gone from my grip before I even saw her face. I shouted. Ran. Didn’t know why I was chasing. Didn’t even know what she took until...