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Into the Dream
Nov. 22nd, 2010 09:46 amTitle: Into the dream
Author: charisstoma
Content: God help me. nazowrimo which means zombie. Follows Perchance to dream
Word count: 364
Mike jerked awake from the horror of the dream he’d been having. Not cool to fall asleep on the job. Could get him fired if the bosses found out. He’d take that though if the dream wouldn’t be real. Extracting himself from the snail shell of a grocery store office cubical, he peered out of the automatic glass doors. He hated this lonely shift that ended at dawn. Most times no one came in until the bakery personnel arrived to start the day.
Tonight the hollowness of the store was broken by a couple struggling with the automated checkout. Always seemed to happen at this time if anyone was there to use it.
A figure moved out in the dark parking lot backlit by the lights of street and the Whataburger building on it‘s end of the lot. It’s signs were still on but the building seemed dead, which was a first. They were usually active far longer than his store. People liked to eat ready food at all hours more than they wanted to buy the ingredients to make it.
The figure had aimed itself for his building, it’s stumbling gait steady. He couldn’t stop the whimper. Too close to what the dream had been.
The couple looked out into the darkness where the shadowed figure lurched along in its focused pace and asked if he’d be alright. There were other words they’d said but he was too enwrapped in a dream that was becoming real. He watched as the figure paused before adjusting it’s progress now towards the couple and their van only to return its advance once more towards his building when they sped away.
It was so close now to the doors. It’s face finally revealing the dead shriveled eyes and the thin red drool that dripped from it’s mouth onto clothing that was already filthy. Hysterically it occurred to him that it “had” stopped for the fast food at Whataburger, but evidently the food hadn’t been fast enough. The crash of the salsa display shattering and his screams were what woke him.
Mike jerked awake from the really nasty dream…. He was hungry and the all-night McDonald’s was the next building over.
Author: charisstoma
Content: God help me. nazowrimo which means zombie. Follows Perchance to dream
Word count: 364
Mike jerked awake from the horror of the dream he’d been having. Not cool to fall asleep on the job. Could get him fired if the bosses found out. He’d take that though if the dream wouldn’t be real. Extracting himself from the snail shell of a grocery store office cubical, he peered out of the automatic glass doors. He hated this lonely shift that ended at dawn. Most times no one came in until the bakery personnel arrived to start the day.
Tonight the hollowness of the store was broken by a couple struggling with the automated checkout. Always seemed to happen at this time if anyone was there to use it.
A figure moved out in the dark parking lot backlit by the lights of street and the Whataburger building on it‘s end of the lot. It’s signs were still on but the building seemed dead, which was a first. They were usually active far longer than his store. People liked to eat ready food at all hours more than they wanted to buy the ingredients to make it.
The figure had aimed itself for his building, it’s stumbling gait steady. He couldn’t stop the whimper. Too close to what the dream had been.
The couple looked out into the darkness where the shadowed figure lurched along in its focused pace and asked if he’d be alright. There were other words they’d said but he was too enwrapped in a dream that was becoming real. He watched as the figure paused before adjusting it’s progress now towards the couple and their van only to return its advance once more towards his building when they sped away.
It was so close now to the doors. It’s face finally revealing the dead shriveled eyes and the thin red drool that dripped from it’s mouth onto clothing that was already filthy. Hysterically it occurred to him that it “had” stopped for the fast food at Whataburger, but evidently the food hadn’t been fast enough. The crash of the salsa display shattering and his screams were what woke him.
Mike jerked awake from the really nasty dream…. He was hungry and the all-night McDonald’s was the next building over.
