Another zombie dream i know! But like I say, I can’t help what i dream haha!
Starts with me in my University halls. The rooms are laid out in a long corridor of 10. Every door is on the right hand side as you come in. The corridor is split by a door in the middle, and there are 5 rooms either side. The boys corridor and the girls corridor. The door in-between isnt locked though. Each side of the girls and boys corridor has its own front door leading down some stairs to ground level
I’m in the boy’s side for some reason, i think the toilets on the girl’s side were broken so I braved the boy’s side. As i walked round the corner toward the toilet and past the front door, i see there is a man – a student, just stood there facing the door. I stop and look, he looks drunk. I laugh and run back round the corridor to alert the rest of my housemates so we can all have a giggle at the drunk guy stood in out porch at midday. Stood there with the door open laughing at the drunk guy was me, Tom, Becky, Ben and Adam.
“Hellloooooooo… Are you alright?!” I shout at him. I frown. “Er guys, have you seen his face? And his eyes?! Theyre like bloody and weird..”
“Fuckkkkk he must have had a rough night” Tom says and everyone laughs except me.
“No seriously, look at him” I say again. We all go silent. The “drunk” guy slowly lifts his greasy looking head up and looks at us. We notice that he’s actually dribbling. But not just any old dribble, he is dribbling blood.
“Shiitt..Okay what is wrong with his eyes? What’s wrong with his eyes!” Becky says worryingly.
We are all rooted to the spot. Crazy guy cocks his head, again slowly, and we all know that kind of stare. A chill goes down my spine. Adam whispers “No one move.. I feel like he will chase us if we do” We all shuffle the weight from our feet from side to side. We all just want to shut the door and run but we know Adam is right. I can’t stand there any longer. I take one last look at the bloody crazy man and bolt. I bolt into the nearest toilet and as I do I hear the commotion of the crazed man breaking his way in through the door and chasing my housemates. I instantly regret my decision to run here and leave my housemates but I feel a lot safer knowing i have a lock separating me and it.
I can hear doors slamming then silence. I can do nothing more but sit, wait and to be honest.. calm myself down! I sit on the toilet floor. In films you always see people putting a mirror under the door to check if the “coast is clear” but im now realising the impracticability of it all. It’s not as though I can smash the mirror on the wall and use that, because then the coast wouldn’t be clear as id be attracting more attention to myself. Instead I lay down on my stomach and press my head as far as i can on the floor. Hygienic. Luckily, it being a student residence, the gap between the door and the floor was wonky and half of it was large enough for me to see under. As far as I could tell, I could see nothing of danger. I unlocked the door as quietly as I could and opened the door literally an inch to confirm what I saw under the door. Everything seems as normal as it should. Odd.
Turning the corner from the toilet into the main hallway, i see it. What i was expecting. Blood smeared up the wall, blood stained into the carpet and what’s worse.. A chunk of flesh on the floor. I swallow and look away, looking any longer i may not have had enough physical restraint from being sick. I quickly sprint into my room and lock the room behind me and move a few things in the way of it, just in case. My heart is pounding and i try to find my phone. I spin in circles searching the room frantically, if it was any normal day I would just know where my phone is but today nothing! WHERE IS MY PHONE?! It’s just sat right in front of me in plain view, im so shaken I didn’t notice it for a good 5 minutes. I shakily dial Tim, my boyfriend, and get impatient while it rings. It literally takes about 5 rings but i just need to talk to him. I’m gunna sound so stupid blurting out “tim, there’s a zombie in my corridor” so while it rings I plan a believable story.
“Hello?” Tim’s answers confused. I don’t usually ring him. He knows it means one of a few options: I’m upset, im outside his house or something is so complicated it can’t be put into a text.
“Uh Tim, I, er, okay ive got to talk to you and you HAVE to take it dead seriously okay!?” And i start to explain what happened this afternoon. Once im done I think Tim is as shaken as i was. I’m a lot better now i have spoken to Tim, but I don’t think Tim is okay. Probably shouldnt have said I nearly got eaten and all..
“You need to come here right now! Fuck. Er, can you get out your room and make it to your car you reckon?”
I contemplate it, I don’t want to risk opening my door. Who knows where the hell that crazy man is. Frankly, im scared shitless by going back out that way. I don’t wanna become what that blood splat is. or was i suppose.
“Uh, I don’t wanna go out the front door.. The height from my windows isn’t too bad. I don’t think ill break anything if i sort of scale myself down the wall”
“Right, well do that, but for fucks sake don’t break anything cause then you wont be able to drive. Or run, which aint good. Okay so get out, get to your car, and get here. Then we can work out what to do. What the hell, zombies don’t even exist! I don’t think anything is happening this way yet, so we should have some thinking time when you get here okay? I love you”
I say bye to Tim and open my window and poke my head out of it. Looks like any other day however no one is about. Thats not too unusual though. I quickly gather a bag together. I think to myself what the hell do i need for some sort of zombie apocalypse? It’s not like i have any weapon or sharp object here in my Uni room. I can fight off zombies with a lamp. yeah. great. I figured nothing useful can go in my bag so i packed it as though i was simply staying at Tims for a night or two, it made me feel better too as if it were any other day i were leaving for Tims. Except i was jumping out a window to do it.
Backpack packed, i look down out my window. Argh. I’m okay with heights but id still rather not do this. Putting my bum first I hold onto the window frame and edge backwards, hands tightening as i let more and more of my weight drop. When I get as low as my arms will allow I take one last look down and then let go. I thud to the floor but land on my feet. I bend my legs as a natural reaction so nothing hurts in particular. Okay, now to get to the car i think. Everything seems normal, but id still much rather be in a lockable vehicle.
I get to my car, open it, sit in, shut door and lock. I exhale and close my eyes. This doesn’t feel real. I open my eyes, start my car and program my phone’s satnav to get to Tim. Before i pull away i check my rear view mirror. I never usually do it, although i should. It was lucky i did. In the distance, running across the field towards the car park are 4 people. They are definitely not running as humans should. I squint and look in my mirror more closely. One is wearing white, its one of the catering staff. Looking a bit closer I see a lot of red standing out on the white. Oh God. Theyre getting very close now, arms flailing as if off-balance but never falling over and faces with such determination as if nothing will stop them getting toward me and my little car. Enough is enough, i put the clutch down, put my car into first gear and speed out of that situation just as my nerves break. As curious as I am to see what is going on there is no way i am hanging around.
END OF PART 1! (It’s a very long dream so I will write up the remaining half soon, i thought id give your eyes a break!)