Night of the Dead

A cold hand encloses your throat and you try to scream, but to no avail. Your eyes rolled up...and you saw flying cows.

Oh, you thought, it's a dream.

The hand that was choking you released, and you coughed, and started to rub your throat. What was that all about?

Shrugging it off, it IS just a dream, you started to explore your dream. The place was altogether odd, the sky was green and the grass was blue, and instead of cows grazing, it was mooing clouds. And instead of clouds...cows.

The air smelt of cottoncandy, and you suddenly felt hungry. And reaching down, you pulled at the blue grass and stuffed it in your mouth. It tasted of blue gumdrops and licorice. Satisfied, you ambled along on the wet, tasty, blue grass, when the green sky darkened to a blood red. The grass turned black and dead all around you, and the air smelt of rotting bodies.

And rotting bodies were limping towards you. Zombies.

Their moans were terrible; human but yet at the same time, animal-like. The skin on their faces was falling off, and when the first few zombies grabbed at you, you realized the hand from before was THEM.

You scream this time, but you were the only one, and so you slowly became surrounded and devoured.......

You have 1 choice:

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