Under my school

I'm at school but no one else is. Huh, I think, we didn't have the day off? I start looking around the school for... anyone, but no one is here. I wonder into a hallway at the back of the school, it's dark, damp, and cold, at least ten degrees colder than it is outside. I start to walk forward.

All of a sudden, I'm in a tunnel below the hallway, it's made completely out of earth and stone. I look up expecting to see a trap door or something, but I don't see anything, the ceiling looks exactly like the walls of the... catacomb. Maybe I should go back, and try to find a way out of here. I think, but then I consider what if this is where everyone is? What if they need my help? I start walking.

As I walk I see spider webs from a light I can't pinpoint, I see spider webs and dust and I hear the sound of steady water dripping. Clichés, that don't feel like clichés because, well, I'm living them. I see old holes in the... catacombs, big and deep, the size of a classroom. Is this a school?! I think. It has to be. I ignore the classrooms and walk straight forward.

On my journey I start to see shadows with eyes in the classrooms, they stare at me as I pass by. I don't think they're my classmates so I keep walking. Even when I see one of the shadows grotesque face with its peeling skin and bulging eyeballs, I keep walking. Even when I realize the impossible fact that they're zombies, I keep walking.

I'm running now, though, hyperventilating, and my legs are starting to fall asleep. They tingle with each needle-like prick and I feel like laughing hysterically.

I run until I come up to an almost human looking man standing up in front of a very human looking girl who is sitting against the wall in an uncommon and uncomfortable-looking way. Her hands are at her sides as if they were glued there and her legs are stick straight against the ground. The girl doesn't look at me as I shakily approach but the man does. His head snaps in my direction and looks at me from head to toe, taking in all of my features. He's smiling a very sadistic smile when I take one more step forward.

I am turned around so my back faces the wall and then immediately after my back is on the wall. I am stuck in the same uncomfortable position as the girl next to me and like her I can not turn my head.

I feel something at the back of my head dripping through my hair. The man, blond hair, blue eyes, slightly peeling skin, turns to me, again. Blood! That is what is dripping at the back of my head. When he slammed me against the wall, that's how it happened and that's what he wants. He's going to kill me.

I try to get up but it feels like sand bags are covering my legs. I don't quit, no matter how futile it is, I won't quite. The man kneels down in front of me, and stupidly I think he might help me. I don't know why I think that. His eyes are now intrigued... with the blood... with my blood. He reaches his hand out, slowly... slowly, and then snaps his hand around my neck. I grunt out a scream of pain as more blood gushes out of my head.

I wonder idly, since I'm going to die soon, if that sound of dripping water was actually... no never mind.

The mans' attention is diverted and he backs away from me with a feral growl, here is my chance! I think as I get up. The invisible sand bags, somehow, had been lifted and the glue separated from my arms. I stand up and run. As I try to run for my life I turn back to see if the girl is following me but I don't see her, anywhere. Not running next to me, not running the other way, not even sitting where she had been. She just vanished. And I wonder, had she ever been there?

I don't have much time to ponder that, because now three furious zombies are chasing me. Their feet are fast while mine feel like their running through sand. I can't run fast enough to escape but I won't give up. As long as I'm alive, I won't give up.

I wake up, sweating. My pajama's on and my mattress below me. I started out with three blankets and ended up with... I look over the edge of my bed and find the missing sheets sprawled on the floor. And then I lean back over, just a dream, I think. And then I drop my head on my unusually wet pillow. I turn over tiredly to see the sweat when I see red. My hand snaps to the back of my head and pulls away with the same red blood I had dripped on the wall and the floor in my dream. Was it just a dream?