City of the Damned

Every night I have nightmares, always the same.

It starts off with two planes, WW1 biplanes,? flying side by side, each with two passengers. I am in one of them, with a person I have never seen, piloting the plane, in front of me. We approach a city, smoking and covered in red and black, giving the appearance of rust. We land in a broken airfeild, and oh god the smell, I can smell it in real life, it haunts me. It's the smell of smoke...and ash...and death. All four of us get out of the planes, and we're surrounded, by bodies. bloodied and? burned bodies, all stacked u[p on one another, frozen like statues.

"Oh god." Whispers my companion. We split up into groups of two, paired up like we were in the planes. The bodies, they're everywhere. I turn around and my companion is gone, for what seems like hours I search for him, with no results. Then I notice them, horrid creatures. They look like the dead, but they have no eyes, and their bodies are so misshapen. When I see the first one, I run, down the street. As I run more and more appear, silent, and reaking of death.

I turn down an allyway, in there is a girl with her back turned to me, wearing a whit dress. I touch her shoulder and turn her around. Her eyes are bloody sockets, and her smile looks inhuman. She hits me in the side of the head and I fall. The creatures surround me, and all I see is darkness.

In the first few nights I had this dream, that is where it would end, but as the days progress it gets much more horrid. I wake up, with blood dripping down the side of my head. The creatures, the girl, no where in sight. I stumble to my feet, and limp down the streets. Suddenly, out of the darkness a hand grasps my leg.

"Help me." it rasps. "help me, help me, help me." It repeats, whispering, slowly getting louder. I look down and my heart twists. It's my companion, his eyes are gouged out, half the top of his head missing, one arm hanging by a thread.

"HELP ME!" He cries desperately. But all I do is stand there...numb. "HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME, help me, help me, HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" His scream pierces my ears. Suddenly a hand reaches out of the shadows and rapidly grabs him and pulls him in. All I hear is his cries for help cut short by the sound of flesh ripping and bload gurgling.

I run, feet pounding on the ground, stumbling. The bodies that were once dead rise up, all crying for help. I come to a wall, and written in blood are coordinates to a place I don't know, I turn around and the whole city is upon me, crying for help. At the front is the little girl in white. The group comes down upon me, wailing, rotten hands grabbing at me. And I wake up. Immediately I open up my laptop to see if I can get my mind off of the dream with some music. What I get is a picture, no, not a picture, a video, of my companion, eyes gouged out, movinf his lips silently "help me." is all they say. I closed my laptop and cried, every time I remember that dream, I cry. And they follow me, outside the dream scape, the broken, burned, bloodied bodies. And I know they're real too, my friends see them. But I don't know what to tell them.

One time I went on google earth and typed in the coordinates I saw in the dream. I didn't get enough time to read the name though, because before I did, my computer shut down, and the screams for help soon followed.

Please, someone, help me.