Entry 90

(Daryl’s POV )

Eaahhh

Yet another blood curdling cry rang out as I kept running.

How many would that make it now?

Five?... Six?

I couldn’t be sure.

What I knew however was that for each scream that rang out, it meant yet another cadet had fallen into the hands of what used to be our fellow cadets, which had now turned into tar monsters that hunted us.

The Dream was indeed a disgusting creature.

After all, why couldn’t it attack us by itself or even use other creatures to attack us?

Didn’t they say that the Dreamer could manifest other Otherworldly lower than it in ranking into it’s Nightmares?

So why didn’t it do that, instead, the fucking bastard decided to use our own friends to hunt us down.

It was most likely as a gag.

A joke.

Not only did it reveal to us that we were fools to think that we had figured it out.

That we had been playing into the palm of it’s hands all this time.

It also decided to show us our futile our attempt to escape was.

This is so pathetic, so freaking patheti
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