Arner jerked upright in his bed, wakened from the horror of his latest nightmare to face the horror of his real life. The empty home of his dream vanished to be replaced by the equally desolate room of his Freetown abode.
He swallowed; surprised as always that his throat wasn’t raw from screaming their names. Wendy, George, Tom, and little baby Pam. But no, his echoing cries had only happened in the nightmare in which he’d run from abandoned room to abandoned room, where they had all once lived and nobody lived anymore.