The Cure Chapter 1 Tragic Dreams

Ouch what a landing. I lifted myself up my head pounding with headaches. Ok why was I here. I stared up at the building I fell off of.

A zombie started chasing me. I stumbled away from the horrid creature. I scattered through my tan leather jacket for my pistol. I drew it out shooting about 3 times to the zombies head.

"If there is one there is sure to be others," I muttered. So I drew out my second pistol prepared for the horde. When they came in sight they were regular guts spewing out zombies. But one was a little fatter.

"Boomer oh shoot!" I yelled. I focused my shots on the boomer. I hit him once, but it was too late.

Boomer vomit raced towards me. I ducked and surprisingly dodged it. While I was ducking I lifted one of my pistols. I shot once missing the boomer. The boomer vomited again hitting me this time.

"Ahhh I got puke in my mouth!" I shouted. I quickly rubbed the vomit off my face. "Holy!" I muttered. There was a horde probably more than 50 zombies coming for me. I had to think fast. I remembered the pipe bomb in my pocket. I lifted to out. I grasped the string out, and threw it twenty feet.

All the zombies scattered up to the beeping bomb. I sighed with relief.

I was hit on the back from a charger that very moment. My head hit the pipe bomb.

"You're the cure," a mysterious voice said sounding like a woman.

"Wha…" I couldn't finish there was an explosion. The pipe bomb.

I woke up. I was in my bead with my hands grasping the covers. "That's a relief I thought I was dead."

I made my way toward the bathroom. I stepped on the blue tile to grasp my green tooth brush. I started to brush with my eyes filled with sleep.

My name was Eddy. I was 12 and had a sad life. My mother was killed in a car crash. My sister was kidnapped. "I hate my life." I muttered as I looked at my pale skin. I started to brush some more.

"Hello Eddie," said the same voice as in my dream. I looked at a figure in the mirror.

"Holy!" I shouted nearly chocking on my toothbrush.

"The dreams are here for a reason. You're the cure," muttered the woman. She had dark hair covering up most her face. And part of the face you could see was covered in blood. Her eyes were glowing dark red. She wore a white dress with blood stains on it. Her arms were filled with cuts same with her legs. If she wasn't all beat up she would actually be a pretty girl.

"What does that mean?" I shrieked.

"Your dreams will come true."

For the past six months I have had weird dreams about zombies taking over. My body was filled with goosbumps.

"You're the cure!" she yelled.

I reached for the golf club that happened to be in the bathroom. I swung it at the girl, but she disappeared before I could it her. It hit the wall with it instead.

"What the hell?" I muttered.