Decisions

Darryl woke up on the floor of the basement, covered in sweat and claw marks on his shirt. He was breathing heavily like he had just run a marathon. He checked himself for bites or wounds but he had absolutely none yet his clothes were ripped and it seemed like it was by the claws of an animal; Cerberus.

He looked around and saw Samson on the floor as well. He was in one piece and not dead. Darryl was so relieved.

He noticed that Samson was still in a dreamlike state. He was shaking like he was having a nightmare that he could not wake up from.

Darryl ran to him, limping as he did so and tried to pull him out of the illusion.

"Samson! Wake up, man." He said while shaking him.

Samson wasn't responding. He was probably still battling with Cerberus in the illusion or maybe he was in a new one. But one thing was certain, he needed to wake up.

"Sam! Come on, snap out of it!" Darryl shouted again but Samson still stayed sleeping.

"Sam!" Darryl shouted again and punched him in the face and S
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