July 12

Apocalypse Dreams #1

[a series in which we imagine what bizarre dreams might haunt the troubled nights of post-apocalyptic survivors…]

 

He finds himself in a dark room.  He reaches along the wall, feeling for a light switch.  Instead, he brushes over a series of leather spines arranged along a bookshelf, like touching the scaled hide of some massive prehistoric animal.

He decides the bookshelf might block a window, and he could find natural light if he moved it aside.  His fingers grasped the spines of each book, and he began violently pulling them off the shelf.

The books felt sticky and wet.  He heard the growl of an angry beast.