A recurring dream

I always dream a recurring dream,
Where my friends betray me.
Weren’t we all a team,
He had been bitten hadn’t he?
I always dream a recurring dream,
Why hadn’t he told us before?
The tiny bite mark gleamed,
He was falling to the floor,
I always dream a recurring dream,
Where we all are dead.
All of us couldn’t help but scream,
This was the very end.
We all trapped ourselves in a room,
With him infected.
What could we do?
We didn’t have any bullets left.
We couldn’t run or hide.
We couldn’t kill him.
He was still our kind.
But not for long.
They banged on the door.
Their broken hands asking for more.
Their putrefied flesh rotting the air.
What could we do?
We hadn’t gotten any rest.
We wouldn’t be able to fight
him and his new kin.
They tore open the door.
Their broken hands asking for more.
Their hands reaching to me without care.

And that’s when I wake up from my nightmare of a recurring dream.

Hi everyone! Yes, I usually dream of an impending zombie apocalypse. I am both petrified and interested in  zombies. That being said, my favorite film of all time is Shaun of the dead. It’s a Rom- zom-com. Which is your favorite movie?? Do comment 🙂

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