"Wake up, boy." A rough, manly tone sounded out.
William heard this voice more than several times so far, in his dream that is. The problem was that he had been far too drugged, and utterly struggled to wake up.
"Maybe he's dead?" Olivia said, but she could barely cite that sentence.
She was scared of the thought alone, so it was easy to get suffocated when that same thought was worded out.
What spooked her even further, was how William grunted just a moment later! He gestured the tiniest sign of life, but couldn't quite move much. Despite the countless hours of sleep, he still felt extraordinarily numb.
Yet just a few movements was all that the general needed to celebrate, he said. "Oh cut it out woman, we don't need to panic about your little lover here. He doesn't look so dead to me!"
"Because I'm not, meat-head." The young one finally spoke.
