April 16, 2015

My dad and I were next to a flooded parking lot during a zombie outbreak. The zombies around us were dormant and seemed to not notice our presence as we slowly stepped over the roofs of parked cars. We were on our way back to a safe house but we also needed to retrieve two crates of supplies back with us before it got dark. “Just open them and leave” I whispered to my dad. I pointed in the 11 and 8 o’clock directions to convey where the crates were. For some reason at this point I released an inhuman scream, alerting the horde around us. We jumped into the water in panic and tried to swim to safety somewhere else.

It was now the middle of the night and after bashing in skulls over and over again the water had drained and we ended up in a dry concrete basin. We had managed to stumble our way back to our safe house as the sun rose.

We were back in our greenhouse and my mother was sitting in a plastic chair as she watched over the plants. “Shall we go for our usual morning walk?” my dad asked my mom.

I walked down the aisle between the central pond and a line of potted plants. I saw extremely large dragonflies settling on the leaves and idling by the water. To this I exclaimed that the dragonflies were here. “Not to misinterpret it but that’s a good thing right?” said a voice. My mother replied “Yes, they’re not flies. They [the dragonflies] usually like rice.”