Epilogue
[I haven’t been able to successfully write this part but here is an outline of some things I might like to have happen]
The company man stumbles over the wreckage of the factory looking for any of his battalion that might still be alive. He counts the bodies that are strewn in the ruins, their necks and limbs at odd angles. There are eleven dead – his entire battalion aside from himself and his old roommate. The roommate meanwhile is in a bit of a daze wandering away from the factory. Any esteem he might have held for the company man and the company has dropped off of him and rolled away like a lost marble.
There are three figures making their way out of the factory. The girl has blood dribbling out of her ears. The painter has a bloody nose and looks a little worse for wear. They were snapped out of the dream at the moment of the blast. Having been in the boiler room, they were protected from the immediate effects of the blast. The injuries the two dream walkers sustained were the result of the dream. The comic book store owner is supporting them. He doesn’t know what has happened.
[I feel like there needs to be some indication of a possible change. But I’m not really sure what.]
In the darkness of the soot and charred hole blown away in the floor of the basement bathroom there is a gleaming. Something shines beneath twisted metal and broken cinder blocks. The company man is making his way towards it. Below the surface of the foundation of the factory he brushes away the dirt and debris and feels the smooth surface of what had been the floor of the inside of the shrine. It glistens and as he polishes it with his sleeve, he sees something reflected in its surface.
[I haven’t been able to successfully write this part but here is an outline of some things I might like to have happen]
The company man stumbles over the wreckage of the factory looking for any of his battalion that might still be alive. He counts the bodies that are strewn in the ruins, their necks and limbs at odd angles. There are eleven dead – his entire battalion aside from himself and his old roommate. The roommate meanwhile is in a bit of a daze wandering away from the factory. Any esteem he might have held for the company man and the company has dropped off of him and rolled away like a lost marble.
There are three figures making their way out of the factory. The girl has blood dribbling out of her ears. The painter has a bloody nose and looks a little worse for wear. They were snapped out of the dream at the moment of the blast. Having been in the boiler room, they were protected from the immediate effects of the blast. The injuries the two dream walkers sustained were the result of the dream. The comic book store owner is supporting them. He doesn’t know what has happened.
[I feel like there needs to be some indication of a possible change. But I’m not really sure what.]
In the darkness of the soot and charred hole blown away in the floor of the basement bathroom there is a gleaming. Something shines beneath twisted metal and broken cinder blocks. The company man is making his way towards it. Below the surface of the foundation of the factory he brushes away the dirt and debris and feels the smooth surface of what had been the floor of the inside of the shrine. It glistens and as he polishes it with his sleeve, he sees something reflected in its surface.