Tonight was quiet, unlike every other night that will filled with the moans of the undead. In a world full of death and destruction, it was nice for Harper to close her eyes and feel at peace. Her dreams were not as peaceful.

Harper was standing in a room with blood splattered walls.

Her lips started to quiver as she whispered “Please let that be red paint.”

She cautiously stepped towards the door to her left. Harper reached for the doorknob, wrapping her shaky hand around it. I’m pretty sure she knew what was waiting for her when that door was open. The floor suddenly became unstable or maybe her knees were too weak to hold her. In that next second, she felt herself drop. This nauseating smell hit her. It was clinging to her clothes. That’s when she knew she’d never forget it or the disaster that was lying front of her. How can I explain what Harper felt when she discovered her family had been ripped apart? I can’t. Pulling herself up from the floor was almost impossible. It seemed like gravity was holding her down. But when she looked back, her eyes met with the undead murderer. It’s a face that can’t just be erased from the mind. An image that will last forever.

Harper awoke from her nightmare, the nightmare that was her life.