Falling, or was he flying? Carter want sure, all that was certain was it didn't feel peaceful like he imagined it would feel, death. He had hoped it would be like falling asleep, but to die so gruesomely, this was different. Dark shapes took form as he floated through the air. The wind was cold and cut like a knife across his skin. It was so dark, that not even his hands could be seen. Only the shadows, only the demons that lurked within them.<br/><br/>Hopeless is what he would describe it, every emotion was forced from his body. He felt naked, he felt vulnerable, dangling in the air like a twisted marionette made to dance for some things twisted pleasure. He heard others screaming in the dark, strange whispers that held no words. He could feel something moving around him, something he could not see. An entity feeding off him, taking every ounce of his will, sapping him of his adrenaline and will to push on. He could feel its need, he could taste its hunger, it was if they were melding into one being, bit by bit. Slowly Carter was losing himself in the dark. He knew it wouldn't be long before there was nothing left. So this was what death felt like. This was it.<br/><br/>But then it stopped, he was ripped downward and as his eyes opened once more he had to close them at once as the fire nearby seared into them, blinding him. He groaned as he tried to recall his strange dream, but as he tried to remember it, all he could think of was a fog. It was missing, ripped from his memory just like he was ripped from the forest he set out to explore. Or, was this real at all? He felt strange, everything previous was a blur. Perhaps, just maybe, he had passed out in the woods and some campers had dragged him to somewhere warm to wake.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Yes, that must be it.</span></i>He told himself reassuringly.<br/><br/>His eyes opened once more as he looked towards the man whom had forced him out of that nightmare, but as he laid eyes on the man his blood ran cold, his nightmare had taken form. He could feel the warmth leaving his face as he began to try to struggle into a sitting position. Carter's mind raced with questions, his eyes looking around the campfire blankly, silent as he tried to find answers, unable to form words. There were others, watching them, like they were abnormal, like they shouldn't be here.<br/><br/>Slowly Carter turned back o face the handsome man he had woken up to. If only the moment hadn't been ruined by this strange dream. Carter finally tried to speak, his voice rough and hoarse as if he hadn't drank in days but he managed a few words. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Was... Did that really happen?</span>" It was the only question that mattered to him now and he hoped and prayed that the man would have no idea what he was talking about.