The Day The Dead Awaken

I've been wanting to write a post-apocalyptic story for ages, so here goes!!!

"Uhhh when will they be back?" I moaned. I got up from the sofa, pausing the film i was watching, and got up to grab a  biscuit or two from the kitchen. i pushed open the door and walked through the hallway to the kitchen. My black Labrador nudged my leg as i walked into the kitchen. I picked the half empty cookie box from the worktop.

Let me explain my situation; 

My parents have gone to town and i asked them if i could stay home. They said OK, because i turned 16 last week, and said they wouldn't be gone for long. Well its been 4 hours, but i wouldn't be surprised if they just stopped off at a friends or got caught by someone they knew and convinced them to go over to their place.

Well, that doesn't matter. For now i have to figure out what to do now, because i am bored out of mind.

I picked out a chocolate cookie and nibbled on it, picking off some of the chocolate chips with my teeth. Then i bent down so i was face to face level with Mutley (my dog) and stroked the side of his nose. I then got up and walked over to the cupboard where all of his treats were. I opened it and picked a few dog biscuits. I then walked back over to Mutley, who was waiting patiently by the fridge, and crouched back down. I then gave him the biscuits and watched him eat. 

I took a bite of my cookie and stood back up. i walked back though the hallway, slowly looking at the photos hanging off the walls, smiling at each various memory.

The one on the left was a picture of my family, my little brother on the left, my mum hugging me and my little brother in each arm, my dad hugging us all.

Then the next photo was one of me six months ago, sitting on the grass with my dog by my side, my cat on my lap and my hamster in his pink ball in my hands.

The photo right to that one was my brother on his first time on a boat, when he was one year old, aw he was so cute. He was holding a cup of water in his hand and he was sitting on my mums lap.

Ahh, this life is so lovely, but i do wish for a bit of an adventure but i still do love my life. Except the fact that i do NOT deem my self in the 'good looking' category, but my parents will always same the opposite. 

I opened the door to the sitting room and walked of to the sofa, curling up with my blanket covering me. 

I pressed the 'play' button on the remote and '28 days' began again. Suddenly, out of no where, the zombie crawled after the pair. So i cuddled down, snuggling in the cushions.

But slowly, my eyelids began to droop, and i slowly drifted into an interesting dream.

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The dream:

The streets where empty and there were cars all over the place. There had obviously been a car crash at some time. Then suddenly a boy about 17 ran from behind the buildig on the right and bolted across the street, scanning his surroundings as if looking something or someone he wanted to avoid. Maybe he was running from the authoritys, nothing unusual there then for this neibourhood. 

Then there was a loud groan and a rotten smell  coming from behind me. I whipped my head around but there was no one there. Then i heard it again, from over by the fence... Then i saw ...it ... 

I am not sure what it was ... but it's skin was hanging off of its corpse. Eww. Then i saw something move in my peripheral vision so i turned back around, to face that boy. But he wasn't looking at me ... he was looking through me... but he was frozen in shock..