Zombie Motel
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. However, I am now in a motel room.
There are two queen beds. I'm staying here by myself.
I check the windows. I see a few zombies lurking about.
I quickly avoid windows. There is a zombie outbreak.
I forgot about the zombie outbreak. I can’t stop shaking.
I hear gunshots and laughter. I look out the window.
I see the locals shooting zombies and taking photos.
The locals are making it seem like a fun hunting trip.
My alarm goes off, and I am jolted out of the dream.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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