It's Monday.
5:09 in the morning.
Another day to go to school.
I stood up from the bed and did my routine. Took a bath. Dressed up. Eat breakfast. After doing these things, I said my goodbyes to my parents.
I slowly approached the door and began to walk away.
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6:58 AM.
"Hey mom? Are you there? Someone's-err, I think something's behind me? I'm already heading ho----"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
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6:39 AM.
I'm 10 blocks away from home.
It was fast. I saw men eating men. Bloody people devouring humans like crispy-sweet treats. It was pain, I can see the victims crying and seeking for help.
"What are they?" I asked with fear. "Zombies?" No. It can't be. "They must be shooting for a show. But aren't they a little bit being exaggerating?" I asked myself, but I see no cameras, no director. It proves that this is real.
"Oh no, no, no." Trying to convince myself that this is not really happening.
I'm terrified. Shocked. I can't take it anymore, my tears rolled down on my cheeks.
I'm standing in a dark shadowy corner of the sidewalk. Trying to get myself hidden but no. A bloody man, or a zombie with a grievous look caught my eye. He stared at me for 3 seconds, then he growled. My knees shook. It scared me. I ran as fast I could. I ran and I ran, heading home. Then suddenly I tripped, "Oh crap. Bad timing!" I cussed. Tears are continuously falling. He's getting closer. I can hear him growling. I stood up and began running again. What happened? Why is this happening? Questions began popping in my head, but I know I can't answer it.
Upon seeing our house, I immediately ran into it and open the front door. "Mom! Mom!" I shouted waiting for a response. I turned my head back so I can see the bloody man who was running after me. Thank God, I lost him. I shut the door, locked it and ran into my parents room expecting her to be there.
But I found myself standing beside the door of their bedroom.
I cried but did not emit any sound. My heart broke, my heart broke into a million pieces. I was wrecked .... while watching another grievous creature ..... eating my mom. I want to shout, to kill it, but I don't have a chance on winning. I sat down on my knees, thinking why? "Why my mom? "I cried.
The front door broke, the one that I locked a while ago, the bloody man came in. But I didn't care.
The creature who was eating my mom noticed me. But I didn't care.
They are slowly approaching me now but .... I didn't care.
Mom.
Mom.
I didn't run.
I cry in pain while I watch my mom on the floor and while these grievious creatures slowly devour me.
"May! May! Oh no.. May!"
I can hear them, I can hear my parents calling my name.
I opened my eyes.
"Honey, wake up. You're having a bad dream."
Oh was it all a dream?
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