（ nothing about this feels right. joel's had nightmares aplenty. sometimes about the infected. most times about that night he lost sarah. her blood staining his shirt. in dreams and reality both, he'd carried her for two days before tommy convinced him to bury her, but in the dreams she crawls out of the grave again, the infection taking root on her skin.
but this isn't anything he's ever dreamed, and the cracks start to show at the foundation. a dream, the guy had called it. just a dream.
but this setting, this stage — there's the whisper of truth here, same as in his. but the fact that it's so alien from anything he knows is jarring — there's something of his being here that's intrinsically wrong in a way he can't parse.
the boy rolls over onto his side, and he reaches out to steady him with a hand at his shoulder, but otherwise lets him do as he will. who's he to stop someone from spending their last moments how they please? ）
I can get us out of here.
（ it's said quietly. an offer, as much as anything. at least they could see the sky. it matters to some people. ）
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but this isn't anything he's ever dreamed, and the cracks start to show at the foundation. a dream, the guy had called it. just a dream.
but this setting, this stage — there's the whisper of truth here, same as in his. but the fact that it's so alien from anything he knows is jarring — there's something of his being here that's intrinsically wrong in a way he can't parse.
the boy rolls over onto his side, and he reaches out to steady him with a hand at his shoulder, but otherwise lets him do as he will. who's he to stop someone from spending their last moments how they please? ）
I can get us out of here.
（ it's said quietly. an offer, as much as anything. at least they could see the sky. it matters to some people. ）