Last night...

[Pheebs]

.... I was lying in bed and could swear I heard some voices. No no... they weren't in my head (this time), they were definitely there mumbling away.

Wait... wait a minute... that was a scream... I'm sure of it *sit up*

*looks around listening intently*

*gets up and goes off to explore the voices*

I wonder downstairs a little bit shaken and concerned at these noises I am hearing. Thuds, bangs and I could swear the odd groan and it was all coming from our basement.

So bravely, I wonder on into our basement - try to turn on the light but it must be blown as it doesn't come on - so all I have to go by is some dim star light. As I walk into the room, in the far corner I hear some shuffling and see some twitching of a shadow and think "Rodents... it has to be rodents..." and as I lean in a little closer to try and catch site of what was going on this shadow suddenly freezes...

And then **** ME, a face appears out of the corner, covered in blackened blood and with eyes as large as plates - whitened and pupil-less. THEN!! THEN!! Directly to my left another "person" lurches towards me with this blood curdling scream and I'm like "WTF?!?!?" turn and start running!

I am outside somewhere and these... zombies... are chasing me in a jerky blurred motion all making these horrendous screaming noises. They're appearing from every dark shadow I run past, I can see silohettes of them pausing in neighbours windows to look at the commotion and then suddenly exit out of the frame and burst through a door.

As I run (my feet heavy and clumsy) I manage to somehow hurdle a fence with a few of my chasers hands licking at my hair.... I run more through wasteland - blackened burnt out trees and trolleys and burnt out cars when suddenly I reach a wall.

A wall... made of mud and clay.

It's enormous. As tall as a house... and it's steep... but there's no way around it.

I glance round and there's a shed load of them now, all stream lining towards me in the pouring rain.

I start to climb... it's slippery... I keep falling back... I climb some more and dig my feet as far into the mud as I can and finally manage to get up a meter or two... but wait... wait... there's something caught on my leg...

Arghh! NOooOO! It's a ****ing zombie!! I try kicking it off - I continue my scrambling but I get dragged down and suddenly he sinks his teeth...


.... right into my butt.

*ARGH OWWW* *leaps up the clay mountain* *THUMP* *ARGGH S**T.... OW...OW... my butt... and my head... they both hurt so much... more my head though... wtf?!?!







I'm in bed clenching my head. Pickys next to me saying something and I don't quite get it. I then hear him ask if I'm okay and I tell him a zombie has bitten my bum... but my head... it hurts.

He starts laughing - lots. And then hugs me. Apparently a few seconds prior to this, I had just launched myself full on into our wooden headboard and properly thwacked it well and truly.

It hurt like ****!! Picky couldn't stop laughing and I ended up with a corker of a headache!

God damn zombie B******ds.

I should have known the instance I went into the basement I was dreaming. We don't OWN a basement!! Egit!