Dream About Apocalyptic World Survival Group Split Maggots Injured Man

I was in an apocalyptic world trying to survive with a large group. The group split up to go out and grab supplies when a man that was with us got attacked and injured, resulting in a young girl being taken away by the attackers. The rest of us got there too late to save the girl and so I carried the man back to safety, leaving the place the girl was taken. When we went back to where our group had set up in a few safe houses, the girls mother was extremely upset and blamed the man for killing her daughter then threatened the man. The majority of the group was on her side, angry and ready to tear this man a part. I tried explaining that it was out of his control, that he had tried his best to keep her safe to the point he was beat up to the brink of death. He tried running away from the group but it was hopeless. They had found him, beat him up and fed him maggots then disregarded his body in an old compost bin filled with bugs and rotten food. Later I took him out of the bin, where he has passed out from all the pain and brought him into my house with my mother and brother. I took him into the bathroom to clean him up and take care of his wounds. My brother assisted me while my mum remained apathetic. He was still barely conscious so i let him rest in the closest in my room which i set up comfortable to sleep in. Just in case other members of the group came inside ane checked our bedrooms. I did not want them to discover him taken care on my bed. It was then that someone had broken through our security fences and doors into our backyard & garage space. I took a gun with me and went there to carefully check who it was and i knew there would be no way for them to escape back outside. A part of me wondered if I had a hallucination as that is a problem in my real waking life. But when i went to check the security doors and fences, it was clear someone had broken in. I looked around the garage and then a little boy stood up from behind a sofa with his hands up. Seeing the poor condition he was in, i immediately dropped my gun and went towards him to carry him inside. He had a chain around his neck like a leash and cuts and bruising on his body. I removed the leash and collar then took him quickly inside as he told me everything he had been through, living as a test subject and captive under the woman's power. The one who lost her girl. I, in an extreme state of shock and panic and concern told my mum about everything. To which she laughed, remaining completely apathetic to anybodys suffering. She told me I will only ruin things and belittled my abilities which only increased my already heightened anxiety. She then bad mouthed the boy, saying he had most likely done something to deserve the treatment he got and that we should throw him out in the streets. I was extremely repulsed and angry when she said this. Realising she has been nothing but hostile and refusing to help anybody but herself, i, in a fit of rage pointed a gun at her and asked her to get up and repair the fences and do something useful. She retaliated, pointing a gun right back at me and saying that she knows i could never use the gun on a person. But that she wont hesitate as I mean nothing to her, that i had been a burden and disappointment to her ever since i was born. She explained that her life wouldve been better without me and I caused all her misery. I drop my gun and feel utterly heartbroken yet angry and guilty. I feel a rush of intense feelings that leave me speechless. My brother intervenes after hearing all our shouting and takes the gun away from her hands, leaving it a little bit away from her then closing her door and leading me to the boy in need of urgent care. I take care of the boy to the best of my abilities and he is able to move around just fine. It felt as if the deepest scars were from within him. The torture, abuse and trauma permanently stuck in his mind for the rest of his life. Despite this he is very strong and smart and tries to help us in every way possible. Once the woman realises he has escaped she goes with her group of men, door to door searching for the boy and having a pitty story ready for whoever may question her actions. Eventually she enters our house forcefully after we try to reject her. She then sees the boy trying to do what he believes would protect us best by giving himself up. I furious, do not allow them to take him and fight them to the best of my abilities. As i do so, the injured man comes out worried about what is happening. The woman realises i had taken in both of them and looked after them. She is beyond angry and leaves us all terribly injured. Taking away the man to make an example out of him. The boy is left with us as she no longer saw the value in keeping him for her experiments. Once we gain our consciousness and try to get back up on our feet we realise he is gone. We help each other recover then go out at night searching for him. We see a horrendous sight. He is hung up with wire in front of the womans house with blood pouring out of his neck. His hands tied with wire behind him and his clothes ripped off his body, exposing all his fresh wounds. He is dead. And soon after I wake up from the shock, drenched in sweat with a racing heart.