Everything that will be posted now will be by me unless otherwise noted.

I was in a dream. I stood on a cliff that overlooked my burning hometown. I stood and watched the flames that burned the buildings jump into the night as if they were trying to get to the planet of the creatures that started them. I could distinctly hear screams that all blended into a voice which was sending a message of sorrow, loss, and death. As I watched I heard a voice behind me speak softly.
    “Dib,” A voice I recognized, one that reminded me of a calm brook called.
    I...

    How long had I been running? I had no idea. I looked at the setting sun and decided that I had been running for at least seven hours through the seemingly endless forest.
    My throat burned, and I felt some dehydration take its tool. I knew if was going to be prepared to run for much longer, I had to get water. I stopped and listened for the sound of a stream among the whispering of the wind among the trees. After listening for about five minutes, I could barely make out the sound of a small brook rushing by.
    I ran toward...

Please note: Everything before the dotted line thing is not done by me, it is done by
ak-47. Just a couple differences in our writing: 1 They did theirs in 3rd person, I’m doing mine in 1st, point of view Dib. 2, They mention Dib is in pajamas, in mine Dib is in his normal clothes. Oh, and this story will continue. This is just the first part. Ok, here it is…

Dib stumbled out from the door, coughing and wheezing. He took a few steps forward before turning his eyes, red rimmed with smoke and exhaustion towards his burning house.
"Dad! Gaz!"
With a burst of adrenaline, he sped back towards...