"My god, Zacki, what was that monster making nibblets out of that poor man?" Crim asked in shock.
"A mad creation of our own psyches, similar to rabid puppies." Zacki stated, poking the limp humanoid mass.
"...So it's all just a dream?" Crim asked with speculation.
"Yep, a nightmare within a nightmare deep inside a dream of rainbow ponies." Zacki stood up, still clenching the light plank.
"And that guy?" Crim said motioning her head towards the still body.
"That's a dead person Crim, leave it be, we have some alcohol that needs to be...taken care of." Zacki stepped out of the barrier, while Crim grabbed a broken down radio. "Hoarder." Zacki whispered from afar.
"I LIKE ANTIQUES!!" shouted Crim, chasing after Zacki back down the dirt road.