Chapter 2
He was dead. He had to be.
But the dead don’t dream, do they?
Dreams are for the living, whispered a voice that might have just been in his head.
This has to be a dream, he thought, as his ears filled with the pounding of his heart. He resisted the urge to shield his eyes from the unspeakable horror that filled his vision. What he was witnessing was nothing less than the end of the world.
You are dreaming, the dulcet voice—or was it many voices?— resounded in his head.
“What’s happening?”
There was no answer.
The waters of his beloved Key West had disappeared, leaving a wake of rotting coral and sea-life behind. Gone were the lush palm trees and swathes of green. The earth had been turned into a wasteland of death and decay.
Hideous creatures stalked the earth. Emaciated
