After all, there is no one left...

Cool dream. Super. Even better than encounters with monsters. This happens… The buzzing in my head stopped, my body didn’t hurt. At least it made me happy. I looked out the window. It was already light, the sun was even shining. I got out of bed and immediately sat up, feeling my stomach cramping. Of course, I didn’t eat yesterday. I felt for a chocolate bar in the nightstand, unwrapped it with trembling hands and took a small bite. I was not a fan of sweets, following a healthy diet, but now I mistook this chocolate bar for the food of the gods. In a few bites I conquered it all. I could only hope that this forced hunger strike would not last. Otherwise, you can expect everything from the world. I reminded myself once again that I could end the cycle at any moment, that I just had to find something sharp… This time I managed to get up. Even though my legs were weak, I was able to walk to the kitchen and press the door handle. She gave in. I walked in and immediately rushed to one of the cabinets, took out a packet of chips, opened it and emptied it in five minutes. I felt full, and without looking, I went to the bathroom. But apparently I had the wrong door. Or another room appeared instead of a bathroom. Be that as it may, I looked for the switch with my hand and couldn’t find it. Suddenly something pushed me in the back, I rolled head over heels down some stairs, fell face down on one of the steps and passed out. I woke up in a room that looked too much like an interrogation room. I immediately remembered her. The same room from the dream. Nausea rose in my throat as soon as I remembered what happened there. I had enough sensations even then. I am sitting on a chair, that same cold, metal one. My hands are tied behind me, I can’t move my legs. In front of me there is a large oak table that will have to burn, and then everything else… A bright lamp shines into my eyes, it is downright blinding. The same long-bearded old man appears, so disgusting, with a disgusting grin. He sits down opposite. He silently looks at me, I don’t make a single sound, knowing that no one will help me. But then I can’t stand it. The silence is interrupted by my question: — Who you are? He is silent at first, but then answers: — Don’t you recognize me, brother? I suppress a smile, thinking that the old man is crazy, but until he begins to transform… A few seconds later, my own thirty-five-year-old, fair-haired, blue-eyed older brother Andrei appears in front of me, sweet and kind in childhood, and now one of those bandits, for which entire detachments are sent. We were friends as children, but a chill in the relationship appeared in adolescence, when Andrei noticed that my parents loved me more. And then he got involved with bad company and ran away from home. Now my older brother was looking down at me with a contemptuous smile, with a look as if he was pondering how best to kill me. Most likely, this was the case. I was distracted from my thoughts by a strong slap in the face. — Look at me! — Andrei yelled in my face. — Ha. I see the fear in your eyes! But once upon a time… The room starts to burn. My brother is missing. First, the fire engulfs the table, then it slowly creeps towards the chair, along my legs, over my body… It’s incredibly painful. They don’t survive after this. This also applied to me.