The Walking Dead

I hope that they will back in a minute completely. It happened so fast and I saw some of my family run outside the house. The bloody people chased them. My heart is pumping so fast and I can't hardly think. The flashes of image of that scary thing makes me lose my mind and run away. But I can't think of the safest place where to hide. All the people around are silent. I know their mind are speaking so fast silently that their mouth can't verbalize it. For a couple of minutes, I only hear my heartbeat and it is so loud. I hate this. I have to break the silence.
"What are those thing? Where are the others?" My voice cracked and I look at their faces and I wait anxiously for someone who will answer my stupid question.
They just gave me the same look. I gave up. They don't know neither. We sat down at the floor. Nearly relaxing and calming from what had just happen an hour ago or more, I don't know exactly but it feels like we are standing for ages.
I heard footsteps coming. We stand up and quietly alarmed. My heartbeat is getting louder again. I feel the tiny drop of my sweat sliding against my skin. We are looking in one direction.
The door opened widely. We catched our breath and nearly shouted for joy. Our family is back! We hugged tightly as if we didn't see each other for a very long time. Our loneliness is gone!
What a relief! But wait..
I counted them. My eyes are counting so fast. I walked outside the door. Hoping that there are still coming but the horizon is empty and lifeless.
"They didn't... make.... it" , I heard someone muttered.
Everyone fell silent. Someone cried and walked away. My tears are racing down on my face. I looked at them with my blurry watery eyes.
My heart seems dead. My whole body can't move. The earth seems so afraid to revolve. My mind is giving me a slideshow of them running helplessly from death, the killer tearing the flesh and eating their heart greedily. They are feasting. My tears burst from my eyes.
Someone held my hand and...
I woke up. I feel afraid. I'm sweating and nervous. I grabbed my cellphone, OMG it's 7:30 am, Friday. Back to reality. I have to go to work!
I stand up and walked directly at the bathroom.
I can't believe I dreamt about "The Walking Dead" and experienced it somehow. Maybe because of the madness that I have to wait 6 months for the Season 3! Grrrrr...
I'm glad that it was just a "dream" or a "nightmare??" Weeeeee..
Have a nice day!