The streets are rampant with chaos and the groans of the dead, a young blond haired boy runs down the streets, he wears old fashioned clothes that don't fit the time period. The boy runs and runs throughout the chaos, buildings burning, screams echoing and groans cry out. The boy notices a large crowd of people shambling down the street. He runs up to one of the men in the crowd and taps him on the shoulder to gain his attention.
"Uh sir, what's going on?"
The man turns around and growls at the child, his gnarled claws and ghostly figure becomes apparent to the child. The others in the horde quickly turn to the child and circle him....
"AAARGH!"
The light switches on and an woman in her late 30s comes into the bedroom.
"You ok Abe? You been having those bad dreams again?"
The lady looks towards the younger boy in his bed.
"Y-yeah mom, it it's nothing"
"Alright, don't go whistling dixie and jus' try to fall asleep again."