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My eyelids slowly part. I can feel the bright morning light working its way into my eyes; blinding me. It’s too much to bear so I close them again and try to sleep a little longer.
Suddenly my eyes burst open in fright, realising that I’ve fallen asleep.
Paranoia consumes me as I spring up onto my feet. Have the dead managed to get in while I was sleeping? Have I been bitten during the night?
I frantically pat myself down, looking for any obvious tears in my clothes, and blood stains.
I can’t find any.
Thank God!
I try the front-door handle. Still locked. I creep into the living room; for all I know, an army of Necs could’ve smashed the window while I was sleeping. Stormed the house.
And leave me sleeping on the floor?
Not b****y likely.
Calm down, now. You’re being ridiculous
