Monday, June 5th - #MadDashMonday

Instructions: Story time, again! Can you escape the horde? 

I never thought something like this could actually happen. In all my time of being alive, this was never predicted. This was never seen in our future. We weren't due for an apocalypse. 

And yet, we were given one. 

I may be old, but I'm not feeble. I know how to defend myself, so when my grandkids called me up asking how I was holding up, I got defensive. I was angry that they thought I was unable to take care of myself. I appreciated it to a point, though, that they even thought of me. 

I had a bunker I was staying in, secure and underground. No one would find me here...or so I thought. 

That's when I realized my Alzheimer's had played tricks on me; I didn't have a bunker. I was sitting inside of a dumpster, praying to God that I wouldn't be taken away. I had stayed alive through everything, I shouldn't have to go through this. I shouldn't be here. 

Groaning from the undead sounded near, but far enough away that I had time if I wished to run off and find a safer spot to hide in. Maybe my grandkids had the right idea in calling me up after all; but that would do my no use now that I turned them down. 

I threw open the lid, only to be surprised by a herd of zombies right before me. I turned my hearing aid up and realized they had been there this entire time, but I hadn't heard them because of my hearing device.

I screeched in fear, seeing the Zombies turn their attention towards me once more. I went to crawl out of the garbage when I tripped and tumbled over, landing face up. I whimpered in pain at the crack in my back, and as I peeked up, I saw pale, half dead people standing above me, muttering 'brains' repeatedly.

I couldn't get up. I was stuck in place as my old age kicked in and my back was too stiff to stand. I injured it on the fall due to my stupidity of trying to climb out too fast. 

I wanted to run, get as far away as possible, but this task did not seem plausible. I was frozen in place, paralyzed in both fear and old age, as the zombies tore at my clothes. 

I said one last silent prayer as I was torn apart, limb by limb, piece of skin falling off.

And that's when I woke up. Heavy breathing and wide eyes, I stared at the time: 1:07 AM. 

I went back to sleep.