My other zombie dream :/
Okay, so it's set on my road, just a normal street in a normal place. But there are no people, anywhere. The only people are me, some blonde who is my best friend and two random brunettes who are my friends.
Suddenly it changes and me and the brunettes... and my little sister now, are running through a forest full of dead trees. We run past a giant sewer duct (lol why do I remember that?!) and suddenly we are in an alleyway in a derserted town. We run up it and into a big building made of glass that is all transparent and white. Looking out we can see her. That blonde that was my best friend is now a zombie, but an intelligent one stalking her prey. We are suddenly covered in blood and mud and the zombie enters the buliding.
She wishes to speak to us. I've forgotten what we said, but it turns into a conversation, I get so drawn in that I almost believe hse is human, she is *what ever her name was* again. Then she smiles. She is rotten and pale, decaying and crooked. I remember what she is.
We run.
It is a never ending white glass corridor with a single metal railing and one of those flat escalotors that you use in airports for luggage. We on this but the zombie runs on the normal ground, somehow still catching up with us. We run for what seems like an age.
Suddenly we are running up a sprial staircase at the end of the corridor. We are faced with a a new hallway.
This one is white, so white, but lined with infinite dorrs, plain white doors with circular handles. I take the one on the second left and close it behind me.
I am in a plain white room, it is small with one square window that does not have any glasss in it. My sister is there and one of the brunettes. I can only guess what happened to the other one.
The dead girl is on the other side of the door. she speaks soothing words, calming melodies to lure us out. I believe her. Could she still have a small part of her soul in her, a whisper of what it is to be a human? I slowly open the door.
She is standing in the doorway, she looks young and fragile, standing limply. A huge grin stretches over her faces, reaching her ears. She i rotten, a stench of decay rolls over me, she seems to be mutating into a disguting monster of dead flesh. She lunges.
I wake up.
I hope I never dream of that again, but I have recurring dreams :/
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