Have you ever had that reoccurring dream that you're being chased by the dead?
Well for Alex it's a terrifying reality.
It started suddenly, spread rapidly and if you were lucky you knew how to escape it.
Shoot the head and don't get bit!
The apo...
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"Alex!" my father's loud voice greeted with a smile after opening the door for me.
"Hi dad." I smile back, hugging my dad before walking into the home.
"The bedroom upstairs has been set for you." I walk up the stairs passing my dad's room and towards the room that will be mine for the next week. I throw my bag down on my bed, soon following it.
The bed's soft like cotton and smells like it was washed in a field of daisies, smiling at my comfort. I pull my phone out my pocket and double check the time of my interview tomorrow, it's at 9 o' clock. Great, I'll have to get up early.
Sometime passes, I walk down the stairs following the smell of spaghetti, my favourite. Dad smiles down at me and pulls two bowls out, he dishes up the spaghetti into the bowls while I grab two glasses and fill one with beer; dad has never really liked beer from a can; and the other with cherry cola. We walk to the living room and set the food and drinks down. Dad turns on the TV, changes the channel from the sports channel to his favourite gameshow. We sit in silence while we eat.
I'm used to this, the gameshow blaring and the silence that's only interrupted when either Dad or I answer the gameshows questions. Dad and I have done these "family" dinners every Friday since I moved out. We'd normally only have dinner and then I'd leave after wishing my dad goodnight, this Friday is different. I'm going to be staying with my dad for the week as I am interning at a firm and dad lives closer to the place.
"Dad, you don't have to wait for me to finish! Go do your thing." I look over to my waiting father, waving my arms around to emphasise that I mean it. He's always done this, waited for me to finish my food so he could collect my dirty dish.
"I'd rather wait." I give him a playful glare, shoveling food in my mouth.
"Fine!" I huff, he knew how to get me to bend to his wishes.
