yeah, rate mine, my end is a bit rushed
"As the clock struck thirteen, the world outside my window changed."
What an exhausting day I had! But at least, tomorrow was a Friday, the last day of the week, and then the weekends! I did my usual routine, brushed my teeth, changed my clothes and laid down on my one year old comfy bed, knowing I was tired my brain shut off immediately. I woke up the next morning, dull gray friday, I took a bath and left to work.
I was driving on the main road, there were a lot of cars. “The usual traffic jam…” I thought to myself. Twenty minutes later, I pulled up in the parking lot of my company, parked my car and went into the main building.
“Morning,” I firmly said to my boss, Mr Spurts.
“Hello Jimmy, are you done with the article?” Mr Spurts asked me.
“Urmmmm, not yet, but I will be finished by the afternoon,” I answered.
“Quickly!” He said, “I need to send that to that ministry official, he has been madly asking for weeks now.”
“Sure, I will send it to you after I am done.” I uttered.
I went to my desk and worked hard for 3 hours and finished the article.
“Finally, it's done,” I thought to myself. I sent the article to my boss and left the building to buy my lunch from the take away restaurant opposite our company. I bought a cheeseburger and a cup of coffee and returned to my office. I took a bite of my burger but then my watch rang to announce 1 o’ clock. Something was wrong, I mean my watch was a 12 hour clock and it said 13:00 how did that happen and also my clock never rings to announce a new hour, so why did it do this time?
I shifted my attention to the window next to me, there were a lot of ghastly looking people. Their skin sagged like melted wax, eyes hollow and clouded. The number of horror movies I had watched, I instantly knew those were zombies, I immediately left the building towards the forest where most people wouldn’t go on weekdays, but unlucky me, when I was going in the forest, a group of zombies saw me or, at least that’s what I thought.
Branches whipped against my face as I stumbled deeper into the undergrowth. But behind me, I could hear the crunch of dead leaves. They had seen me. They were following. I tried to move faster, but my foot caught on an overgrown root jutting from the ground crashing hard onto the forest floor, hot, crimson blood gushed out of my wound, swiftly coating my ankle before spreading down my entire leg. I looked back and gasped as I saw a pair of yellow eyes glowing from the tree.
I opened my mouth to scream,
And sat up in bed, drenched in sweat.
“I was a dream,” I thought to myself, “Or was it?”
