I was sitting in my living room one day at the windowsill, sighing and wondering when the rain would go away if you will, when the rain suddenly turned into a flesh flood as I looked out the window! Piles of flesh layed on the ground everywhere in chunks as they were falling from the sky. The clouds turned a darkish-almost bloody red, and Oh, Oh my! The ground was soaked in blood in a matter of minutes, and I was wondering who on earth could possibly be seeing this! Was I hallucinating, or was it all true? The flesh and the blood, it was just all over the ground and ewe! Then zombies came out of the piles of freshly grounded meat not before a little while Andy first thought was being because they wanted to eat. They were scary and almost traumatized me and walked slow, boy, could I tell you the smell though! They smelled like rotten egg and I had heard once or so that they ate brains! I closed my curtains and locked my doors and myself downstairs, just hoping that nothing would ever get me down there. Soon banging I heard but not a word from anyone else upstairs. Anyway, I lived alone, so who else was up there? Just then the front door snapped into with a kick and a skeetle-de-de-do. I was frightened and completely almost unawares of who on earth it could be up there. I grabbed my old rugged back, one that had been beaten to hell and back, and slowly unlocked the door in order to climb the stairs. I just wanted to see who on earth earth was up there! Unluckily for me it was a zombie! I tried to fight but it was not to my delight to be swallowed by the zombie that night. The zombie grabbed and threw me into the wall, and surprisingly I felt nothing at all! Rihgt then I saw the the zombie opening his mouth and he grabbedme like I woulda fileted trout. I just really feared, as I went in, that I might never come out again! I went to sleep for what I thought might have possibly been the last time, but then I woke up and, feeling myself all over, felt like I felt completely fine! I looked around and no one was there. Boy, had that dream really given me a scare. I had woken up only to find that the zombie had never even been there the whole time. I had fallen asleep daydreaming at the windowsill. Boy it is funny sometimes how things will just go and will! I sat back, just looking at the rain, bored, but apparently a bit insane?
