Dreams are realities that are made to escape reality. Sometimes, dreams can turn into nightmares...
•Joey's Perspective•
I woke up, expecting to see my family, only I remember they're all dead. I stretch, feeling ready for today. I got out of bed, "Howie? You up?" No response, I check the hallways for zombies.
I someone standing in the hallway, I grab my katana, I sneak up on him. "Howie?" He must've slept walked, I place my hand on his shoulder. "Hey, Howie, wake up buddy," I gently shake him.
His eyelids flicker open, "Joey? Wait-"
"You were sleep walking Howie, it's okay." He hugs me, I stand frozen, and decide to hug him back. His presence makes me feel safe, something I don't want to let go of. "It's all going to be okay." I hope.
We walk out the prison to find a more suitable shelter. Howie was still shocked about his sleep walking episode, he won't tell me what happened.
"Hey, look a drug store!" Howie pointed to the left and sure enough, it was. We walk inside, "I'll grab some meds and bandages, you can grab other supplies. Then we can go and-"
"Slash some zombies?" I asked, he laughed. He nodded his head.
"Yeah, we can slash some zombies," and with that, we went to different parts of the store getting the things we need. I grabbed some snacks, drinks, clothes, and a few other things.
I walked back to were Howie was standing before, only he wasn't there.
"Howie?" I hear rustling and grunting coming from the other side. "HOWIE!?"
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Being a Part of the Few
Horror"The year is 2035, humans have a hard time adjusting to the zombie apocalypse and the plagues. Very few are left alive that I know of, so if you hear this, find me, however wherever. You know the station I'm on, I'll always be on this station."- Joe...
