Dream. Not written well, but you get the idea

It was a disease out break in science facilities in the US and turned people into monsters. the monsters (they looks like humans so you could never tell if they were good or bad) started harboring humans for experiments in the US (but the normal humans) died. and only two boys were who had not been turned into monsters.

They were kind of like zombie humans in a way, so still monsters, just in a more undead way. Their skin pealed, their eyes were yellow. But, they could be killed.

I was the older boy, the younger boy was my best friend. We were both around 9 years old and we had been in the facilities and had been tortured. It felt like years. Hellish years that dolled on.

I can still remember the screaming.

The furnaces were red. and orange glow filled the room except for the darkest places.
In those dark corners people were hung up by they wrists like meat in a package. i remember being tortured in a way that was so horrible all i remember is pain.

Some how we both escaped. Every street we crossed every sidewalk we slunk upon, no one was to be found. No soul. No car. No bird. It was the loneliest feeling in the world. To be in such an empty place and yet know it's full of creatures waiting to bring you back into a hellish place where they were to torture you until there was no more of you left.

We both found that the French had come to town and were waiting in a field. But .. there was only one car there. A woman stepped out. A motherly woman. But i felt like.. there was something darker hiding behind her eyes.

I fled with my best friend to the nearest house. Thats when the lady turned on us and because a hideous creature. Half between human and zombie. Her hair turned to oily black and her eyes bulged out of her head. Her skin turned green and her fingernails grew long. I even remember the dress she wore. It was a blue dress and showed her legs and her arms. All her limbs were a sickly color of green.

The two boys made their final stand at my biological fathers house. They locked all the doors but one  woman who had followed them still found a way in to the house. We ran upstairs and hid in a room.

There was a backpack in the room. A military canvas green and it had gold lettering that had been embroidered on it.
I told my friend to open the pack. in it he found a switch blade. Big enough for me to hold in my hand. It had a black handle.. and didn't seem too sharp. But maybe, hopefully, it would do

CRASH

The door fell down with a thud.
The woman wormed her way up the stairs like a foul thing unwanted. We heard her every footsteps and her cooing voice telling us to come out.

But, we didn't heed her.

I knew this door wouldn't last for long. Were we the last two? The last pure souls in a nation that had been destroyed?
She ripped the door open with her fingernails. The screeching made my head burn. the scratches inhumanly showing on the white wood

I grabbed the knife ready to strike.

She walked in, stomach showing. I ripped my knife through her stomach and out poured her innards.
the guts of a slimy dieing monster. The one we had been fighting all our lives, or so it seemed in our short lived lives.

She screeched out something horrible. Foul language that was lost on the pounding of my heart in my ears.

By that time we were running for our lives again. out of the house and back to the field where we hoped the French were waiting to rescue us. As soon as we got there the car shown like a miracle.
Something we never thought was possible. The best day in our lives just to find we weren't the only ones fighting this horrible disease. We climbed into the comforting back seats of the car just as the engine was starting up.
Away we drove. And I looked back through the window seeing my eyes aglow with a fearful hate and a smile that spoke insanity. I said, "now, where was I," with a glint in my eye, "oh yes.. the beginning."

and thats where the dream ended