Zombie Love Story

So here's another quick Zombie tale from my nightmares.

Think about being somewhere with your boyfriend (or girlfriend) and all of the sudden you hear someone scream, "Terrorists!" And whoever is shouting this, keeps shouting it over and over until you're seriously under the belief that terrorists have dropped out of the sky and are coming for you.

So, we're somewhere in public. I can't remember where. We're walking, holding hands, and then we start running because everyone thinks terrorists are coming for us. I keep looking behind me, trying to see them, but all I see are these people with bloody faces and red eyes, and I keep thinking OK those are not terrorists, they're Zombies. But everyone else is still saying they're terrorists.

We jump through a hole in the floor, and when I say jump through, I mean jump up. I get up, and then I think I pull him up, and these monsters are like snagging at the bottom of his pants, trying to pull him out of my grasp. So, I get him up and we're about to jump into this closet. I mean, I actually do jump in it, and everyone else seems to be running by us. But he won't come in with me. He keeps tugging on my arm, pulling me back, and the next thing I know, a rope is around his neck and he gives me one final look before hanging himself down the hole. And all Im thinking is WTF why'd he just do that? I even look down the hole, considering pulling him up, but the Zombies were everywhere!

I get back into the closet. The Zombies start pounding on the door, then it disappears, and I turn around to find a girl in the closet with me. She takes me out a back door, and I can't remember the rest after that, but this dream always got to me because a month after I kept seeing my boyfriend hang himself. I even told him about it, and he said, "Well, I must've been bit, and I was trying to keep you safe." Sweetest thing ever!