Thump! Thump! Thump! That was all that Zach could hear. He wasn’t sure if it was the sound of his bare feet stomping the soggy earth below as he ran, or the sound of his heart, which was surely palpitating. He didn’t look back, feared to look back and see the rotting; soil covered, decaying corpses which had just reanimated and were now stumbling, fumbling, limping, and reaching after him in a slow, determined hoard. He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened in the past thirty minutes, but what he was sure of was that he had awoken to the sounds of explosions, screams, shrills, and gunfire. He was also sure his little brother was in the guest bathroom of their house, turning his mom into a four-course meal. He was also sure that he was unprotected, not only in weapons sense, but in clothes sense as well, because right now, all he had on him was a pair of red and green, plaid boxers and a ripped, stained Nirvana t-shirt. But, one thing he was the most sure of, was that he should keep running; needed to keep running, if he wanted to stay alive. He turned to see if the seemingly infinite hoard as still pursuing him, when he tripped and fell into the damp, clotted soil. As he tried to scramble to his feet, he felt a dirty, decaying, four-fingered hand wrap around his bare ankle. “What the-?” he screamed; as he turned to see that what he had tripped over wasn’t a wild tree root, as he had expected, but was another corpse. It’s over, he thought, as he watched, horrified, as the rancid cadaver slowly tried to sink his yellow, broken teeth into his heel. He let out a scream, then another, followed by siblings of shrieks, until the undead body sank his front teeth into his tendons and he screamed even more loudly then he ever had before, partially from the pain, and partially hoping someone near was brave enough to rescue him; until he woke up. As he awoke and relaxed, as he realized it was just a nightmare, he chuckled for being so scared of a silly dream. But, his chuckle was stopped short as he heard the scream.