Andrew B.
Mrs. Zurkowski
Honors English 9- Yellows
25 January 2011
My Dream
I once had a dream where I woke up one night and saw zombies surrounding me everywhere in my room. I had no weapons with me except my bare hands and I decided my fists were the only way I could get out of my room. I punched and kicked my way out of my room, leaving puddles and puddles of blood in my room and a lot of dead corpses. I realized that my family was trapped in the basement and they were all going to die if I did not rescue them. I changed into some “work” clothes and I was ready to be the hero of the night. When I went into the kitchen, I saw twice as many zombies than in my room and I gathered the weapons that were available- knifes, pots, and pans. I managed to smash and slash my way through the crowd and I wondered how I would clean this mess up after this was over. They were all dead and I went to the basement to find out where my family was. The first thing I noticed was that there were a group of zombies playing my Xbox so that got me really annoyed and I saw my family trapped in the corner ready to die. I went in running and I killed the zombies near my Xbox and then I threw my Xbox at the zombies ready to kill my family as hard as I could and it killed all of them except one. The one zombie got a hold of me and threw me against the wall, which severely hurt me. I shook it off and kicked him right in the head, and he died. I helped my family get up and they gave me so much love that I felt like I was the hero. Then, I really woke up because I had to go to the bathroom.
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