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The crack of dawn had risen, along with the awakening immortal leaning up from bed to rub his eyes before viewing over where his diary was placed. Once reaching out towards the bedside to grab his Journal alongside the clicker, a personal record of your own daily actions, experiences, and observations, with reflections and random thoughts thrown in for good measure. Finding himself writing along the lines, his vision scanned the words as he wrote “I lost control today, Everything I've kept buried inside came rushing to the surface, They follow you. You can't escape them - as much as you want to.” His thoughts were placed as he lined up the pen towards his lip to think of ways he could express himself, until then he continued to write. “I had a plan. I wanted to change who I was, create a life as someone new, someone without the past, someone alive.” Clicking the pen back Into it’s original position as well as the journal away from Damon’s interfering view, the nosy individual as he was. Removing himself from the mattress and into the bathroom to freshen up for another eventful day, with the incredible sense of hearing he found himself heading back into the room with Bonnie awaiting for his accompany.

Seeing her stood there, the expression was evident. This witch was very pissed; aggravated and ready to do something crafty. Who knew what spell she had ready for him; that glimmer of evil held in those dark eyes and that posture; disappointment was clear to see. There was a reason why she was furious, Enzo was the problem yet she continuously had his back like he was the angel. “Bon..” eventually speaking until she interrupted, observing as her hands started to raise. “This is only until you learn your lesson.” without giving him a chance to speak or even try to explain himself, she went ahead and did the magic touch by putting him to sleep. She understood he wouldn’t be out for long but in the meantime she wanted to enjoy the time she had with Enzo, in peace without both males causing chaos on trying to kill each other like children.

Images hovered inside the immortal’s mind, even if he wanted to awaken he just couldn’t. Putting him to sleep wasn’t the only thing Bonnie took part of, what he saw was what she wanted him to see - making it look more real from his own mind. Finding himself opening his eyes with confusion, every single thing was different. First he was in the bedroom and now here?

The world was dead, bodies scattered everywhere while walkers covered the whole nation, taking over the town of Mystic Falls. Humanity’s worst nightmare had just just began, experiencing something so distressing yet so terrifying, the whole of humanity running different directions screaming for the help they deserve. Friends gone their separate ways to protect their own families, will they ever see them on their travels? there’s always hope.

Experiencing the hungry outsiders ripping that poor individuals insides, blood and guts splattered until there was nothing left to take, there was no hope he was all ready gone. Until then walkers chased on their next victim, Stefan began running from the terror that was happening, observing every safe spot he could find was hard enough with walkers around him, every direction he turned there was always one, two or even more. Becoming traumatised - was this the walking dead? No, it couldn’t be real? This wasn’t real.. there was no such thing. Surviving was the only way possible for this cruel world until he felt himself getting grabbed, his eyes widened with fear as he watched the blood pour from the walkers diseased mouth.

There was no such thing as himself, as a vampire he understood he would never survive this, this is where he knows he’s going to die but now? He had to fight them off, especially this one who seemed to fight harder just to receive some blood but Stefan managed to escape the grip with the help of a stranger who shot him in the head making him fall to the ground. Bonnie made his mind to think he’d been surviving for weeks, assuring him this was not a dream - this was a terrifying nightmare. There was no time to thank the individual who saved his life, every position he walked there was always groups of walkers heading directly towards him - blood stains splattered around their ripped grimy clothes, the spitty hiss they make as their decayed teeth, yellowed and full of pulpy bits of bloody flesh, snap as they try to bite you.

Wandering through the hushed forest, the mess was unbelievable, walkers scattered in places where individuals took action. The rush of wind rushing through the branches, feeling the coldness hit against his skin, his eyes looked up to notice the darkness closing in. This was not a safe environment to be in, the question was.. was he still a vampire? What will happen if he gets bitten? Was this the last time he sees his big brother? Every question was terrifying to know. Was there a way he could get through to Bonnie, a magic spell even? Anything.. maybe her dreams, but how? Travelling off the forest and into a field to find a abandoned hospital - with relief to feel safe for the night or two. The one thing stopping him from running towards those gates were a group of walkers trying to pull down the fences with their grimy blood stained hands until one turned to notice, hungry for more.

Discovering a dead human with their flesh pulled from their own skin, blood stained the grass from that poor soul’s body. A weapon was placed beside the figure, a bat was better than having nothing - he took what he could get, until then he took a chance to fight them off by swinging the weapon against their mucky heads making them fall into another direction, one by one with their repulsive bodies falling to the ground. Entering the hospital premises, windows cracked and four worded letters written on the ground, the enormous word HELP was enough for the living to rescue them. Unaware to find the living dead making its way from behind, the target of Stefan as they snuck close - Luckily a individual from inside the building took a shot right in the head, right behind Stefan which made him to think they were aiming for him.

Turning around to notice the dead, shattered bones and the stench was something horrific. His eyes found to search for the interaction who saved his life, finding nothing but the unsanitary building but it never stopped him from going inside for safety. The hallway lights flickered, damaged doors were knocked off its edges and the floor with pools of blood, fresh and stained against the dusty walls with pictures hanging off- bodies were spread over the areas as he walked by. Wondering until hearing voices ahead, the room where they were placed - a sigh with relief to find human interaction was something every survivor wanted to see, no more walking alone. The attention turned to him, they had a plan which you will know soon enough but for now, they welcomed him.

Few hours later, whispers filled the whole room - some looked over of the direction of Stefan, the incredible hearing he once had was no more. Feeling unwanted within the group as they continue to plan against him, they weren’t the people as he thought they were. “We are planning an escape.” One explained, feeding him with lies but to them he was bait. “All of you, grab a weapon.. we need to leave.” the other announced which Stefan followed, about to take a weapon until he was given one. Odd? Inside there was nothing, no amour which was planned but Stefan thought nothing of it. Following the group down the hallway and stopped beside a door. “There’s something we need but the only thing stopping us is this” the ringleader spoke as he opened the door for Stefan to view.

The sound of hungry terrors craved for another feeding, once he tilted his head for more of a perspective sight he felt himself being pushed, falling to the ground of bait for the dead to feed on like he was nothing. The door slammed shut with the sound of locks bolting shut, running to the door with his fist banging. “Open the door!” the sound of his panic voice screaming for help. “HELP!” he pleaded, his hands pulled the door handle trying to push and shove for it to open. The walking dead were close, pulling out his unloaded gun to fire until noticing he had no armour, no bullets to shoot as the gun clicked and clicked with each trigger finger. His head leaned against the doorframe his eyes squeezed shut, this was the last of humanity - What a way to die.

Hands grip against flesh; the surge of pain was excruciating as they began to pull at his lips; this was it. Stefan Salvatore, was doomed for. Falling to the floor, losing his balance completely he watched as they came over him - like a mouse trap, he was trapped, unable to move, unable to shift. Caught and they had him. Pulling, twisting. As much as he desired to let out a scream, he was unable to bring his body to - the last vision he had before his eyes wandered into a dark place, his body stopped fighting to the point his body, was lifeless.

The wicked things a spell could do; and within an instance his felt oxygen filling into his lungs, breath pushing through as his body bolted upright, panting. With sweat beading down his face, he looked around, was this real? had it all been a dream? Switching his full attention from the room and onto the witch sitting there with the worlds biggest smirk, who knew Bonnie had it in her to do such a terrifying thing? Historical to her but a nightmare for him. He had assurance of learning his lesson, he would never come across a pissed off Bonnie ever again.