Dreams.

It was pitch black all around, not a soul in sight, and I was incredibly sleepy, so my mind started to wander, and I began to see things that weren't there. I hope they really weren't there, and that nothing was threatening me. I had a bag with a small, weak flashlight, a pistol, a phone, and some small change. I wandered around in the darkness, sometimes inside buildings, sometimes on the street, catching only glimpses of silhouettes and outlines of the surroundings, and constantly hearing rustling, growling, and screams. I felt dizzy. I slowly walked through a dark tunnel, the floor of which was covered in some kind of disgusting goo, waiting for the terrifying sounds to subside. I was in someone's apartment, and then in a school, probably the same one I went to. I remember entering an empty classroom and closing the door when the sounds of pursuit drew closer. I realized that dawn was approaching, but for some reason, I needed to keep moving. I threw the bag down, putting only some important things in my pockets, took the weak flashlight in one hand and the pistol in the other, and went out, walking straight down the corridor, from the end of which I could hear frantic, but quiet, screams and a strange pulsating noise.