Crunch..crunch… zombies have invaded the living parts of the world and are eating away the humans, who are also meeting the same fate as that of the zombies. That was a great movie by Romero. He’s still the master when it comes to zombie movies.
Yawn… I have decided to sleep. It was damn chilling and so I pulled up the quilt. The room was dark and inside the quilt it was warm and so I slipped into sleep very soon. All of a sudden I felt something crawling down my feet. Somebody was pulling my quilt down. Must be one of my stupid friends playing some prank. I just pulled back the quilt.
This happened for 3-4 times. And I pulled the quilt up and tucked it under myself, in such a way that it cannot be pulled. After sometime I looked down, half-asleep. What I saw gave me the scare of my life.
A man eating zombie was holding my feet and was trying to eat it, just like how I try to eat a chicken leg. I was shouting at the top of my voice but it doesn’t seem to emit beyond my vocal cords. Nobody was able to hear me. In the mean time the zombie bit a part of my leg. Blood was oozing from it, and the zombie was licking the flesh dripping blood. It tore the muscle off my feet and was licking it and eating it. Seems like its relishing it much. I was trying to kick it off, lot of struggle, but all in vain.
In a few minutes I collapsed down on my bed, and my struggle for survival sank like the titanic.
The next morning I woke up all of a sudden much to the baffled friends of mine who were trying to wake me up. The first thing I did was to look at my feet. Yes, its intact. I would have dreamt about the zombie eating my feet. Then I woke up and when I was folding my quilt, something caught my attention. With a loud scream I threw the quilt and a chill ran down my spine. I could see blood stains on the lower part of the bed sheet.
My holler made my friends come to me running and I told them the entire story and showed them the blood stained bed sheet. We had a closer look at the bed sheet and I saw 5-6 mosquitoes dead. !!!!!
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