Zombie Café
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I am in a random café.
As always, I do not remember coming here.
I am not alone. My father is here with me.
My father reminds me zombies are out there.
I look through a crack in the boarded-up window.
My father is telling the truth; zombies are outside.
I shoot a zombie boy as he crawls towards us.
The parents quickly emerge from the back, crying.
The parents slowly lose consciousness, though.
As a result, my father and I shoot the parents.
My phone alarm goes off, and I quickly wake up.
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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