Fighting Back
I whipped my head around, trying to find a way to escape before my brains became lunch. Suddenly, my queasiness was gone, and I was ready to defend myself if I had to. Then all of a sudden, the zombies were all around me, closing in on me until I couldn't breathe. There was only one way to stay human.I kicked and punched with fervor, encouraged when at least a dozen zombies lost their heads. But now there seemed to be hundreds, now literally flying at me. I gasped. Well, might as well keep on going. There was no way out of this. I was kicking and punching and kicking and punching and the zombies were just orange blurs and I was kicking and punching and punching kicking and-and...
Then I found myself staring at the ceiling in my room, still mentally fighting the attackers. END OF DREAM
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