The Dead Are Coming

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Prologue:

I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock, startling me. I was having a nightmare anyone, one of those nightmares where you want to wake up but you find you can't because you've been sucked into it by an invisible force keeping you in place, forcing you to watch.

That's what my dream was like, this one was like the others filled with Zombies. I don't know why but I have a feeling. A strange feeling. That somehow, in the future, the world will change. And I think it has something to do with my nightmares.

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