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"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!" - Alice, Alice In Wonderland.
Dream Diary

Remember that I said I'll blog about a dream if I have nothing else to blog about?
Well, here it is.
I'm trying to make it sound like a damn story to make it interesting.
But if my english suck, that's too bad for you.
I haven't been writing for months, so please don't expect much.
Oh and, it's a dream. So please don't even expect in make sense.
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Footsteps are like a harbinger to a attack. It had just been 3 days since the zombie apocalypse, and the population of the city is already plummeting. Time ticked by. I couldn't believe that the father-daughter pairing in front of me were the masterminds behind the attack. The father looked sickly and couldn't even stand without a walking stick.

"I had nothing to do with this, it was HER idea.." , he muttered.
The daughter glared back at him. The menacing look on her face made him cower.
"Here, the vaccines."
She opened a old, rusty tin box. In there, sat 10 glass bottles. The fluid in it was a mix of neon green and yellow. I was skeptical about its contents, but there was no room for further hesitation.

The footsteps got closer.

"Hurry. Down here!"
Rushing to a baby crib at the corner of the room, she tugged at it. The wooden crib opened up and revealed spaces enough for the 5 of us in the room.
Blank looks appeared on our face, we were dumbfounded.
"Are you getting in or not? You can always DIE here, it's not much of a problem to me. "

Clumsily, we climbed and squeezed into that tiny space. I felt suffocated. I could see specks of dust swirling in circles around us.
I stared at my watch- 10 minutes left.
"Hurry!"
Major facepalm here. My co-worker was still outside of the box, struggling to get his LV bag into this tiny, cramp space which looked like it was about to explode.
" Do you REALLY have to get your bag?", I rolled my eyes.
" Yeah, it's LV. It cost a bomb you know?!"

Before I could reply, there was a jerk in the space we were in.
A loud buzzing noise filled my ears. Who would have thought that this abomination of a lift still works? Such a miracle!
It transported us down into the basement.
"Grab your guns...you don't know what's out there."

I wrapped my finger around my gun's cool trigger. The touch of it gave me a sense of security and prowess.
On the count of 3, I charged out of the baby crib.
To my horror, my co-workers were paralysed and couldn't move a single muscle.
A zombie with holes in his chest approached me.

I fired.
He moved.
I fired again.
He moved again.
I shot at his head at point blank distance.
He STILL moved.

Terrified, I ran.
Talk about the undead huh?
I ended up at the side of a window.
Anxiousness coursed through my veins and my heart palpitated wildly.
What am I suppose to do now?
The daughter ran past me suddenly and, fell off the ledge right before my eyes.
Her screams echoed in my head and the look of anguish on her face was unbearable to look at.
Sitting on the ledge, I had to make a decision.
To die from commiting suicide, or to die from a zombie attack, which one do I choose?

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OK, I WOKE UP HERE.
HAHA.

Yeah, great idea eh? Baby crib secret transportation system.
Jez, BUILD THAT.
& btw, I decide to put IBZ as my first choice afterall.
That's all for now.