Gunfire and sirens were audible in the distance, beyond the high metal walls that separated the prison barracks from the courtyard and the gate to the bridge across the island. A few missiles had already detonated overhead-- the sound of their explosions were ringing in his ears as he ran through the alley behind the medical building, in between the fires and piles of rubble.

"This one again. Great. Really creative, me," Steve muttered to himself. He had the Rockfort Island dream dozens of times now. "So now what, the zombies start coming out of the ground? My dad pops up behind me and starts chasing me? I get locked in the torture chamber again?"

"Steve!" A woman's voice screamed in terror from far away. "Steve, where are you? What's going on? Steve?"

Steve froze in his tracks and backed a little further into the alley.

"Oh, screw you, nightmare."