Slap!
"Huh?" Horace opened his eyes a few minutes later after receiving a hard slap. It hurt but more than anything, he felt energized and then looked down on his body.
He was intact! There was no injury! Which was impossible considering everything that happened.
"Was everything a nightmare?" Horace asked as he turned around and saw his other companions were fine, just like him.
If it weren't for the cracks on the floors, he would have thought it was really a nightmare, not a reality.
"I don't know," The sole woman in the group answered. Her thoughts were cloudy, so she didn't contemplate how they could all have the same nightmare!
She felt the nightmare was far too real. The sensation of her body cleaved into two was still fresh in her mind.
She has undergone arduous training to face torture, but no training ever made her see death so close.
But this didn't matter!
They were alive!
The nightmare was over!
