Boom

I was either traveling to China with my father, or already in China. I was in a store looking for a suitcase with a few dudes, then they were replaced by my crush, Jade. One of the suitcases had some glass compartments, and I thought, "they would be perfect for storing food, even ice cream!" I saw that my dad had tried to call me on my phone, but my phone did not have service anymore. I asked to borrow <PERSON>'s phone, and when I started pressing buttons, the phone was beeping. Jade grabbed the phone from me, hurriedly putting the phone on silent so we would not be heard. I urged her to hurry up, as people started to gather in the room we were in; they made me uneasy. Some of those people were missing limbs, or were smeared with blood. Just imagine the blood is a darker shade, closer to purple. Suddenly all of the merchandise in the room was gone, and there was just a circle of chairs. One man sat in a chair and started sharing a zombie story. Jade got excited and wanted to join. "Jade, do not, we have to go." "Caenis, you have to do what I say!" Good to know she is demanding even in my dreams. Jade sat down next to the man sharing the story, and quickly began sharing her own zombie story. I watched the crowd of bloodied and dazed people grow. Anxious, I abandoned Jade, making my way to the front of the store. The front of the store was dark, most of the lights had gone out. There were not any more humans, crowds of zombies passed me by. I peered in a room where a human corpse was sitting in a chair, with a severed zombie head on top of his. His head was crushed beneath the zombie head. I found the exit and wandered the streets. Zombies and humans ran chaotically through the city. <PERSON> blood sprayed my right cheek. I wiped it off and decided that I would not turn into a zombie from coming in contact with the blood. I observed a few zombies get struck by lightning, and thought it fitting that even nature was trying to retaliate against the zombies. I found a nice couple to travel with, and we walked to a Georgian city. We stopped in front of a large, elevated building. I looked up and muttered "No." It was a train station. Though there were no zombies on the streets of Georgia, I knew zombies would pour out of that train station. People and zombies alike streamed out of the train station, and lightning struck the building causing an explosion. My hand was torn or bitten off. Determined to not become a zombie, the couple and I suddenly appeared in a room. They amputated part of my arm in hopes that the zombie infection would not spread. "Cauterize the wound" the woman declared while stretching and cutting my skin. My skin was peach-colored and transparent.