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A zombie apocalypse had taken place. My best friend and I had survived for years, and we took in anyone in need of help and treated them like family. I saw my best friend lying on the bed, moaning with blood coming from her nose and mouth, her skin looking a bit discolored. I (hesitantly) stuck a screwdriver through her head so she wouldn't have to suffer the mindless existence of being undead. I didn't realize it, but she was speaking fluent English. Although I stabbed her multiple time in an attempt the relinquish her from the hell the world was, she wouldn't pass. I then came to the realization that she wasn't a zombie, because she was speaking to me, telling me that things were going to be okay . She then fell silent and limb, and tears came from my eyes.

The zombie apocalypse has happened overnight, i have myy boyfriend and father with me. i'm smart enough to have both a gun (9mm to be exact) and a bow knife. my dad's friend/employer (exists in the waking world) brought him an assault rifle, dad was nervous about having it. i don't have much else in my pack. we take shelter in my dad's appartment (doesn't actually exist in the waking world) but my boyfriend and i were so curious we went out to do some exploring. it being so early in the apocalypse, there weren't many of the undead, just enough to worry me. we didn't pick up any supplies and almost got attacked but someone else became zombie bait. we stop on a farm and watch a small herd of zombies get napalmed via the government. we trekked back to my dad's appartment which was worse than when we'd left. i did some nervous walking around in the building and stumbled upon a large room of survivors amongst them my aunt and cousin. i was crying with joy when i realized i didn't have either of my weapons on me. i went upstairs and checked my bag but no luck there either. night is falling and i fear how i'm going to protect my family, i'm acutely aware of how vulnerable we are, especially with the group of survivors downstairs. then i wake up with the residue of bad dream on my tongue.

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