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He’s trapped and he can feel them closing in on him.
Running down a long corridor, he tried every door he came to, but they were all locked. As he continued down the hall the footsteps behind him became more numerous and louder.
He finally burst through a door at the end and out on to a breezy deck. There were no other doors to be seen so ran to the edge of the deck and looked over. There was no means of escape to be seen.
He heard the pounding footsteps pour out the door and looked up to see figures dressed in all black quickly form ranks on the deck. Before he could form a plan one of them aimed their strange gun at him.
He pushed himself back against the railing, but when the gun went off a blue ray of light hit the deck and the deck just vaporized underneath him. The next thing he knew he was falling, tumbling through the air. The ground rushed up to meet him at a terrifying speed.
Just as he was about to hit, he jerked and sat up in bed. It took far too long for him to realize where he was. He sat there panting and trying to slow his heart rate as minutes passed. Finally, he violently lay back down with a curse. He hated that dream, hated reliving that moment.
After glaring at the ceiling awhile, he gave up the pretense that anymore resting was going to be happening tonight. He climbed off his bunk and pulled on loose pants and sleeveless shirt rubbing at the phantom pain in his arm as he did so. He grabbed a towel as he walked out the door and headed to the gym in the belly of the Marvel. Perhaps working up a sweat would push back the remains of his nightmare.