This is a dream I had.
Zombie Thunderstorm
By: D. Slater
I was lying in bed about ready to pass out. My wife was sleeping next to me and some black and white movie was on the television. I think it was that old zombie movie, Night of the living dead, but the TV was muted. It was a hot and humid night and the air conditioning was out so the windows were open. The heat was oppressing, but it put me to sleep quickly.
I awoke some time later in the middle of the night when the TV flared up bright and suddenly went out. It was storming outside. As I was laying there in a pool of sweat I realized the windows were open and rain was getting inside. Jumping up as quietly as I could so I didn’t wake my wife, I proceeded to shut the windows around my room. “I better check the windows downstairs.” I thought to myself, and I also figured I could use some water.
I crept down the stairs and walked over to look out the porthole window in the front door. The rain was really coming down. I sat there on my toes looking out into the yard. You could barely see more than a few feet past where the porch awning covered. I was about to turn and walk into the kitchen when I noticed something peculiar. Dark shapes seemed to be looming about out in my yard and even more were out in the street. I blinked and rubbed my eyes and looked again. Dark man sized shapes were all about. “That’s odd.” I thought to myself. As I looked out again and started reaching for the door handle, something stepped on the concrete slab that served as the porch. Lightning flashed in the same instant as I was greeted by the fleshless, mud and gore covered face of a corpse.
I dropped to my ass on the floor with my back to the door. My heart was beating through my chest. I leaned over and looked out the bay window which covered the front wall of the house at least ten feet across. The curtains were open, pulled tight to the window edges. As I glanced out, lightning flashed across the sky again, illuminating zombies all across the neighborhood. Jumping back to my corner behind the front door, something started thumping behind me. It was an irregular thumping, like a soggy piece of meat hitting the wooden door. I almost wet myself I was so scared.
I decided I needed a weapon, and I remembered there was an axe in the basement. I started crawling across the floor towards the basement stairs. The stairs were in the center of the house between the front room I was coming from and the kitchen. The kitchen contained a glass sliding door to the backyard, and as I was crawling onto the basement stairs, a rotting soggy face pressed against the back door. Lightning flashed again and I saw corpses all across the back yard heading in the direction of my house. “So much for the neighborhoods no fence policy,” I thought to myself, as I slid down the stairs.
The front window and the back door both shattered at about the same time as I reached the bottom of the basement stairs. The house was suddenly flooded with the sounds of the thunderstorm and a cacophony of moans. I ran to the back of the basement and grabbed the axe from the area we kept the camping equipment. When I turned around, axe in hand, a horde of undead were surging down the staircase. I stepped forward with a tear in my eye and raised my weapon over my head.
“You won’t take me without a fight,” I yelled when suddenly the corpse of my wife grabbed me around my torso and sunk her teeth into my neck. I screamed…
“Hey, hey wake up,” my wife was shaking me. “Hey you were thrashing around in bed. You must have been having a really bad dream.”
“Thanks love,” I told her as I went to lay back down in my sweaty sheets. “I’ll be fine.” I was just about to settle back to sleep when I heard an odd disembodied moan drift in through the window, and lightning cracked across the sky.
The End
By: D. Slater
I was lying in bed about ready to pass out. My wife was sleeping next to me and some black and white movie was on the television. I think it was that old zombie movie, Night of the living dead, but the TV was muted. It was a hot and humid night and the air conditioning was out so the windows were open. The heat was oppressing, but it put me to sleep quickly.
I awoke some time later in the middle of the night when the TV flared up bright and suddenly went out. It was storming outside. As I was laying there in a pool of sweat I realized the windows were open and rain was getting inside. Jumping up as quietly as I could so I didn’t wake my wife, I proceeded to shut the windows around my room. “I better check the windows downstairs.” I thought to myself, and I also figured I could use some water.
I crept down the stairs and walked over to look out the porthole window in the front door. The rain was really coming down. I sat there on my toes looking out into the yard. You could barely see more than a few feet past where the porch awning covered. I was about to turn and walk into the kitchen when I noticed something peculiar. Dark shapes seemed to be looming about out in my yard and even more were out in the street. I blinked and rubbed my eyes and looked again. Dark man sized shapes were all about. “That’s odd.” I thought to myself. As I looked out again and started reaching for the door handle, something stepped on the concrete slab that served as the porch. Lightning flashed in the same instant as I was greeted by the fleshless, mud and gore covered face of a corpse.
I dropped to my ass on the floor with my back to the door. My heart was beating through my chest. I leaned over and looked out the bay window which covered the front wall of the house at least ten feet across. The curtains were open, pulled tight to the window edges. As I glanced out, lightning flashed across the sky again, illuminating zombies all across the neighborhood. Jumping back to my corner behind the front door, something started thumping behind me. It was an irregular thumping, like a soggy piece of meat hitting the wooden door. I almost wet myself I was so scared.
I decided I needed a weapon, and I remembered there was an axe in the basement. I started crawling across the floor towards the basement stairs. The stairs were in the center of the house between the front room I was coming from and the kitchen. The kitchen contained a glass sliding door to the backyard, and as I was crawling onto the basement stairs, a rotting soggy face pressed against the back door. Lightning flashed again and I saw corpses all across the back yard heading in the direction of my house. “So much for the neighborhoods no fence policy,” I thought to myself, as I slid down the stairs.
The front window and the back door both shattered at about the same time as I reached the bottom of the basement stairs. The house was suddenly flooded with the sounds of the thunderstorm and a cacophony of moans. I ran to the back of the basement and grabbed the axe from the area we kept the camping equipment. When I turned around, axe in hand, a horde of undead were surging down the staircase. I stepped forward with a tear in my eye and raised my weapon over my head.
“You won’t take me without a fight,” I yelled when suddenly the corpse of my wife grabbed me around my torso and sunk her teeth into my neck. I screamed…
“Hey, hey wake up,” my wife was shaking me. “Hey you were thrashing around in bed. You must have been having a really bad dream.”
“Thanks love,” I told her as I went to lay back down in my sweaty sheets. “I’ll be fine.” I was just about to settle back to sleep when I heard an odd disembodied moan drift in through the window, and lightning cracked across the sky.
The End