(aha, I bet almost no one got my hints! Enjoy the surprise ending!)
I woke up sweating and coughing, unable to breath. I saw four figures huddled over me. . . It's it's... Rico! Kowalski! Private! Amber! Their alive!
"I'm- your- we- we aren't dead!" I yelled.
"no, but wewe almost drowned in your own fit of coughing. wewe ok?" kowalski asked.
"yeah, fine, your not zombies, so," I said.
"but wewe coughed blood on nmy face!" amber complained. I saw the red staines on her feathers.
"wait, so, so it was a dream? All the the zombies?" I asked.
"is that why wewe kicked me in the chest?" private asked.
"oh, uh, yeah. About that... Me and amber kinda killed the zombified versions of wewe three. Then we died of the same disease that killed wewe all. Hehe." I explained.
"hm. It's funny. I remember the same exact dream. All of us died. Except skipper."
Turns out we all had the exact same nightmare. But each one's cut off when they died. As did mine.
It's funny, how thing like this happen.
But I guess it's what it is.
[ Monday morning, 6:00 am]
I woke up, happy and smiling, glad to be alive, but even happier that the world wouldn't be over taken kwa zombies. Then the other four got up.
"ugh! I hate Monday mornings!" ambe exclaimed.
"I know." kowalski said, "they make me slow!"
Amber stuck her arms straight out, "yeah, like a zombie!"
Hmm. . .
THE END?
I woke up sweating and coughing, unable to breath. I saw four figures huddled over me. . . It's it's... Rico! Kowalski! Private! Amber! Their alive!
"I'm- your- we- we aren't dead!" I yelled.
"no, but wewe almost drowned in your own fit of coughing. wewe ok?" kowalski asked.
"yeah, fine, your not zombies, so," I said.
"but wewe coughed blood on nmy face!" amber complained. I saw the red staines on her feathers.
"wait, so, so it was a dream? All the the zombies?" I asked.
"is that why wewe kicked me in the chest?" private asked.
"oh, uh, yeah. About that... Me and amber kinda killed the zombified versions of wewe three. Then we died of the same disease that killed wewe all. Hehe." I explained.
"hm. It's funny. I remember the same exact dream. All of us died. Except skipper."
Turns out we all had the exact same nightmare. But each one's cut off when they died. As did mine.
It's funny, how thing like this happen.
But I guess it's what it is.
[ Monday morning, 6:00 am]
I woke up, happy and smiling, glad to be alive, but even happier that the world wouldn't be over taken kwa zombies. Then the other four got up.
"ugh! I hate Monday mornings!" ambe exclaimed.
"I know." kowalski said, "they make me slow!"
Amber stuck her arms straight out, "yeah, like a zombie!"
Hmm. . .
THE END?
