Not far from Mississippi I found myself strolling through the forest with two friends of mine. Our group was attacked by natives (I’m not exactly sure why natives continue to appear in my dreams). I made it out alive everyone else died. I was struggling to survive when I found three brothers. One was nice to me, one of them was quiet and the third hated me from the start. They were fur traders and thankfully the nice brother invited me to stick around. Everyday I grew closer to the nice brother and everyday the brother that hated me resented me more.
One day we came across a car with what seemed to be an African American boy inside. I walked over, opened the door and asked “What’s going on?”. He had tape on his mouth and I hadn’t noticed so I pulled the tape off and he responded. “My parents died, I was taken as bait. One of the brothers suggested we take him with us and then the brother that hated me aimed his gun at my chest and shot. Immediately the nice brother jumped in between us and was shot in the head. The quiet brother stood there and watched. I took out my weapon and the mean brother shot the boy accidentally in his rage. Natives came out of the trees and killed the quiet brother, I got up shot the mean brother and ran.