I woke up in a cold sweat. I looked down at my leg, or what's left of it. The dream was a memory in which I had lost the leg. "What's wrong?" I heard. I turned over to see my wife, Harley. She had woken up and was obviously curious. "Just a bad dream." I said trying to shake it off. I couldn't fall back asleep that night. I couldn't stop thinking about that day. That terrible day. The next morning, I got up on my own time. "Morning," Harley said cheerfully, "You sleep good?" I lied and said that I did. I went to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I looked in the mirror and noticed black bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I was so tired, I couldn't think. Nothing was rational for me, so I called in "sick" for work today. I was never sick, so it wasn't really believable, but he did let it slide. For now, I was tired and wanted to sleep. I couldn't though, due to the bed being washed. The tv was turned to the news channel when I walked in. "Breaking news, an outbreak in Africa has said to kill people and bring them back? This virus is said to turn people into supposed zombi-" He was cut off by me turning it off and watching Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends.
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Haze: the Story of the End of the World
Science FictionThe year is 2016 and a virus has infected major cities. LA, New York, and Washington DC are all infected. Inspired by The Walking Dead, The Last of Us, The Division, and any other tv show and game that starts with "the" Colvin aka Sans ( i hate that...
