It's The End of The World As We Know It
Last night I had a nightmare. It was way worse than the time I dreamed that my cousins and I were being chased by zombies that came out of my backyard. This dream was basically about the end of the world.
I saw the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence for those of you who don't know) and there were dead bodies everywhere for miles and the sky was this weird orange color. Everywhere I looked I saw houses in ruin or on fire. I ran for miles and miles and I never found another living soul. Finally I found shelter in a house that wasn't completely ruined. Only a few windows were blown out. I looked around and I saw pictures of a family; a mother, father, and a teenage son. "Wow he was cute" I thought to myself as I looked for a place to rest. There was a couch but I wasn't taking any chances. It looked like it would fall soon so I slept on the floor. Hours later I awoke to a noise. I looked around and I couldn't see anything but darkness. I felt around for a weapon and grabbed what I thought was a lamp. I made my way to the kitchen and I saw a figure in front of the open fridge taking food. "Hey that's mine you bastard!" I thought as I snuck up behind him with the lamp raised. As I was about to hit him with it he turned around and looked at me. I dropped the lamp, it was the boy from the picture. I backed up and he walked forward. He looked at me for a while probably trying to decide if I was a threat. After what seemed like forever he walked past me into the living room. I stood frozen. "You just gonna stand there?" I walked back into the room and sat across from him. He threw an apple to me. "I thought I was the last person left." "Me too" I said and we ate in silence after that. I was about to say something when I heard hoof beats. They were back. As soon as we stood up the front door fell down and there stood the pale horseman, Death, with the fires of hell behind him. I tried to run but I couldn't. I was frozen in place. "What are you doing?! Get out of here!" shouted the boy. He saw I wasn't going to do much moving on my own and he grabbed me by my shoulders and kissed me. "Get out of here now!" and he pushed me towards the kitchen. I ran to the backdoor. When I looked back I saw Death, with a sword of fire, cut off the boy's head. I screamed and Death looked at me. I was once again frozen in place as the pale rider galloped towards me with his sword ready to cut off my head he stopped a few feet short and threw the flaming sword at me. When it was about one foot away from piercing my heart, I woke up.