Don't Trust Those Dreams, Survivors?

This is the memory wer survivors, he told her across the flame of the lamp. What in god's name are you talking about? We're not survivors. We're the walking dead in a horror film. Sooner or later, they will catch us and they will kill us. They will rape me, they'll rape him. And you won't face it. You'd rather wait for it to happen. But i can't. I wouldn't leave you. The memories do feel much more colourful and vibrant than the burnt out landscape that they're walking through.