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I woke up this morning drenched in sweat. The kind of drenched that implies a night of fitful feverish dreams- which I did have. I slept at my own house so I did not have anyone who could tell what my temperature was.
Dreams of the shambling murdered, dead eyes, mumbling meaningful words which I could not remember. And I shot, shot, shot at them but they still kept coming. The worst were the young, gorgeous women with their glassy eyes who climbed over me, pinned me down and up close you could smell their decaying breath, see their hair shedding, their rotting lips. I'd slash and stab and shoot and run back. My comrades had fallen, fallen so long ago. It was just me, me in the fortress of Humanity fighting back the onslaught of the dead and dying, trying my best to keep them back before they infected us all.
I woke and I was wet and itchy. I stumbled to the toilet and took a piss, hot and feverish. My throat ached. My eyes hurt.
I looked at myself and remembered the last of my dream- that they had finally bitten me dirty and tainted; that I was slowly leaving the realms of those who exist to the mottled grey rot. My eyes looked sunken and I felt soaked...
Dreams of the shambling murdered, dead eyes, mumbling meaningful words which I could not remember. And I shot, shot, shot at them but they still kept coming. The worst were the young, gorgeous women with their glassy eyes who climbed over me, pinned me down and up close you could smell their decaying breath, see their hair shedding, their rotting lips. I'd slash and stab and shoot and run back. My comrades had fallen, fallen so long ago. It was just me, me in the fortress of Humanity fighting back the onslaught of the dead and dying, trying my best to keep them back before they infected us all.
I woke and I was wet and itchy. I stumbled to the toilet and took a piss, hot and feverish. My throat ached. My eyes hurt.
I looked at myself and remembered the last of my dream- that they had finally bitten me dirty and tainted; that I was slowly leaving the realms of those who exist to the mottled grey rot. My eyes looked sunken and I felt soaked...