Blend (on hold)

chapter 10- dreams

That night I dreamed that my life was normal again. I was sitting on my couch watching a movie with Danni and my other friend Sarah. We had a bag of chips and a bowl of popcorn in front of us and we were laughing. Normally we liked to watch really good comedy movies, which were hard to find, so we did the same ones over and over. This time we were watching the hangover. Danni then grabbed the bag of chips and dumped it over my head. I swore and dumped the popcorn on her. Sarah was laughing at us and eating the popcorn off of Danni. There were no zombies, no fights, no guns. No knives and no blood. Everything was just as it used to be, and I wanted the dream to go on forever. But dreams cannot last, and I wake up. I am still in a subway in the middle of who-knows-where. Cooper and Danni are asleep next to me. Danni looks so different than she did in the dream. Dried blood coats her mouth and splotches of it cling to her skin. Her clothes are torn and covered in green, zombie blood. She looked so happy in my dream. She had her normal eyeliner on with a bit of blush- she was never one for make-up, always said that it took away from her “natural beauty”. I have no clue where Sarah is now, I can’t even remember the last place or time I saw her. I lean up against a wall. It hurts my back, but I ignore the pain. The advertisements on the windows cast a greenish glow when the sun rays come through them. I yawn. I am still so tired, but I dare not sleep. I stand up, but my legs don’t permit it. I crumple back down onto the floor and cry without tears. I cry for Danni and Cooper. I cry for my parents. I cry for all the people who have lost their lives to become the horrible, rotting, walking pieces of flesh they are now. I cry for everybody who loved me but lost me. Yet, no tears escape my eyes. I stay quiet, only my brain cries. My stomach grumbles, and I crawl over to the counter. Pieces of old, moldy vegetables still linger in the crates along with some meat. I know I shouldn’t eat it, but I can’t help it. I eat all the pickles, lettuce, and cucumbers. It’s not much, but more than I have had in a while. I don’t dare touch the meat, or even look at it for that matter, who knows what kind of bugs have gotten to them. Crawling on my hands and knees, I find the racks that they kept the cookies and bags of chips on. Next I find the bread. I want to wake the others, but I can’t bring myself to, I am probably just as tired as they are. I lie down, and scream at myself for doing so. I am so tired, but I don’t want to sleep. Dreams, I’m sorry, nightmares, always lay on the other side. They torture me and make me pay for everything I have ever done. In some the zombies get me and eat me alive. In some, I watch my friends get eaten and then they come after me. But the spell of sleep takes over me and I leave the world once more.

            I was right. Nightmares. They come to me. They take me. They torture me.

In this one I sit huddled in a corner. Sweat is pouring down my face. I hear Danni’s screams, and I want to run to her, to tell her everything will be ok, but something in my brain tells me not to. All of a sudden the screams stop, and I start crying. Silent tears of pain roll down my face and land in my lap. If the zombies come for me, I know I’m screwed; I stand no chance against them. I have no gun, knife, or club. But they don’t come, and I sit there for a while more, too scared to move. When I decide to stand up, it feels like a thousand knives stabbing me everywhere, my legs, my stomach, my back, my head. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. I collapse onto the floor, causing even more pain. I try crawling, but the knives strike again. I let loose a scream- one that burns my throat and leaves me out of breath. Out of nowhere comes a small mass of zombies. Right. In. front. Of. Me. Almost as if they appeared out of thin air. I look up at them slowly. One reaches down and whispers, “You’re so stupid.” Then everything blacks out.

I wake up freezing. I wrap my arms around my knees and rock back and forth, shivering. The dream stays in my head, pestering me. A quote that I heard somebody say a while ago comes back to me- “They’ve promised that dreams can come true- but forgot to mention that nightmare are dreams, too.”