his world is so unreal. The trees in perfect rows seem ominous. The road that I stand on is so straight, so perfect. To my right a barbed wire topped fence protecting what looks like a small power plant.
I look over at my blonde haired, blue eyed friend, Cassi who has followed me and keep me company for these long months. There is a calm silence about this forest if you can call it that. Every once and awhile we see birds, deer and other forest animals. That’s another strange thing about this place, the animals only seem be there to look at us until we get out of sight. We don’t hear or see them after that.
“Ok, let’s go see why this building is out in the middle of nowhere” I said over my shoulder. We slowly walk up the gate. The lock and chain that once held the gate closed had rusted away into nothing. “Weird, for a power plant you think they would have more security” wondered Cassi out loud. I kick open the gate. It slams open with a BANG! Some birds fly up and away into the night sky. Another weird thing, the sky is black as night but its bright as a football game out here.
“This place keeps getting weirder and weirder by the second” I sarcastically say. “Hmm…look at this!” Cassi says suddenly. I turn around to see Cassi holding to an obviously angry 11 foot rattler! The next thing I know is seeing two large fangs flying at me and then nothing….
“Dreams” I thought as I sat awake on my bed. Then can play nasty tricks on you. They can turn reality into fiction. People you though would never talk to you are hugging you and giving you advice.
I get up and walk to my kitchen to get some water. The clock on the oven says 3:69. “Huh, still three hours till morning” I murmur to myself. “Wait!!” I turn around to find that the oven is no more but a large snake coiled and waiting to strike. “Dang it!!” I say.
I jump out of bed, shaking. I hate dreams! I walk into the living room and turn on the TV. A news bulletin pops up. “Zombies Take Over New York!” it says. “Why am I not surprised” I say. I get up and turn off the TV and go back to bed. I not plagued by any more dreams. Though when I wake, the world has died.
My name is Nick, I am one of the last survivors of this plague which has ravaged this whole planet I call home.
english assinment
- September 10, 2011
- FlyingTrash
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