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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.

I am in a really large house with glass windows and beautiful paintings. The kitchen had a chef and there were two islands where one of my friends Matthew was sitting. I went up to talk to him and my mom came just after, he asked her whether or not he could have a drink and she said yes and I said no jokingly. She yelled at me and told me that I was being disrespectful. Matthew and I then sitting on two white chairs with our laptops. He goes to the washroom and an indian boy around my age comes upstairs and puts a knife to the back of neck and tells me to get up. He says “this is for the best” and lights a match and puts it on the ground. He forces me to walk down the stairs into the basement, ties me to a chair and turns of all the lights. I say “hello” over and over again but no one replies. Eventually I try to get up but he puts what I think is a needle up against my neck. I begin crying. I then hear a boy screaming loudly (who I assume to be Matthew) and hear the roaring of a fire. I scream loudly trying to allow someone to hear me in which time the young indian boy sticks me with the needle.

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