I climb out of a car in a strange small town/large service station (the sort you see in the middle of nowhere in US films). I am with a few other people who I do not recognise but seem to know. The place seems deserted so we start to look around.
We walk through a garage area and find an underground tunnel that leads us to a small outbuilding. We exit the outbuilding and walk back to the garage. The whole time I have a feeling if forbodding.
This time we notice blood marks on the floor and discovery one of our party is missing. We also find a pile of old shotguns that seem faulty. A young boy (I guess around 14 years old) appears behind us but for some reason the guy next to me shoots him in the chest. I scream at him and he insists the boy must have killed our missing friend. I start to panic but agree to help hide the boys body in a backroom. We carry him through and rest him in the furthers corner. As I turn I see the guy that shot him pointing the shotgun at me with a manic look on his face. Realisation dawns that it must have been him that killed our friend as well as the boy.
I push past him jamming the gun upwards and it goes off. The noise from the gun is strangely quiet. I run, bumping into thing, aware that he following me. I hear the strange noise again a throw myself forward.
I wake with a jolt.
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