Getting a bit excited, Arthur imagined some scene and said.
"Let there be the Big Ben watchtower here."
He thought it would be awesome to have his own tower in this space where he could admire it all alone.
Suddenly, just after he had said that, Arthur started to feel something leaving within him and his eyes started to feel heavy.
"H-Huh, w-what's happening..?"
Within moments, he felt his energy getting drained and the whole white space broke apart in pieces.
.....
In his appartment.
Arthur woke up on his bed but remained laying on it.
Staring at the ceiling in confusion, he pondered about the weird situation that transpired in his dream.
'I've been having these dreams of a white space instead of the usual nightmares for two days now. And unlike them, here I can freely control myself and even create whatever I imagine.'
His thoughts jumbled up, not making sense of what was happening with him.
Sitting up, he kept his legs on the floor and reached a possible conclusion.
'There's still many things I'm unaware of, but considering all these things happening one after the other, I'm sure it's not a coincidence.'
Shaking his head as there was no validity for his conclusion, Arthur took out his phone and tried checking the news or any social media.
"As I expected, there's no network..."
This was also one of the inportant point he had remembered from his nightmares as most of the time, he never used his smartphone there including many of the other people.
All of them were instead carrying various kinds of weapons and also artifacts of some sorts that had better capabilities than a mobile.
Keeping his phone aside, Arthur got up from bed and stretched a bit, making popping sounds from his bones.
He went to washroom and refreshed himself before coming out and having some basic breakfast from the almost empty groceries.
After that, he checked his booklet and added some more things there.
"A white space where I can umm create anything I can imagine.....then umm.....oh there seems to be some limits too after which I'll wake up..."
It was always better to write down things and then analyse them as that would be a lot more efficient than just thinking about it.
Arthur wrote everything that seemed important into the book.
And then he walked to his closet and went through all of his clothes before carefully choosing the outfit that could help him in fighting flexibly and also somehow defend against zombie's attacks at the same time.
He then wore those clothes and stood infront of the mirror, getting a good look at his weird reflection.
"If I went out wearing there during a normal day, then I'm sure the neighbours would call the cops on me...", he chuckled.
Arthur knew how dangerous the apocalypse and the deadly virus was, so he had prepared an outfit that could help him a lot with his safety.
He wore a thin black upper-body inner that could be stretched easily with a thick brown leather jacket covering over it.
His pants were of the baggy type with lots of pockets in which he had kept many handy accesories.
At his feet were black boots that had rubber soles which a gave a pretty decent grip on slopes and slippery floors.
The last bit of touch would be the black gloves that he thought were the most important as his hands were the ones that should be the protected the most considering everyone one did things with their hands...
"Hmm...not bad.."
Arthur judged himself looking at the average yet sightly handsome man in the mirror.
He never thought of himself as handsome or good looking, because he had never been in a situation where a girl approached him for his looks making him feel a bit unconfident about it.
But what he didn't know was that to start something with a person of the opposite gender, they had to start with the basic step of relationship, and that was talking.
As an introvert, there were hardly any scenarios in his life where he talked with a crowd of people and chatted with girls, so it was to be expected.
Turning away from the mirror as over self-love was sometimes unhealthy, Arthur opened his various bags and wardrobes, searching for any tools and weapons that he could find.
"Let's see....umm not this...not this one too....umm....ah this one's not bad."
He seperated anything he could find useful and stored in a different bag that he decided to use while going out.
Some time later, Arthur stood all prepared in front of door of his room and turned the knob, opening the door.
"Let's go! I have a lot of plans that I must do today..."
Stepping out of the room with determination, he looked out at the hall and suddenly stood still staring at the two zombies that had entered inside.
"Bloody hell! How could I forget to close the door....wait there's not even a door there anymore!"
His lips twitched in annoyance, but he reached out to take out his makeshift weapon nonetheless.
"Come on, I'll show you the power of my new weapon."
Arthur grinned while weilding a spear-like weapon that was made with a thick wooden stick of a broom and a few sharp knives attached together.
The moment he came out of his room, the two zombies that were moving about the corpse of their same kind noticed the sound at the door and saw him, making their mind filled with hunger.
They moved limping toward him who had taken a denfensive stance and had already thought of how do defeat them.
He reached out his free hand that was not holding the spear toward the various pocket on his pants and took out something before throwing it at the feet of one of the zombie.
The things that he threw were pieces of banana peel ad the outcome of that was already decided.
Whether it was a human or a donkey, if they stepped on a banana peel then slipping was the only option left.
The dumb zombie saw what the human did but it didn't even consider about anything and continued walking forward until it reached toward its early doom and slipped on the floor with a thud.
"Pff-"
There was nothing Arthur could do but laugh as the scene was just too funny.
The bloody zombie had stumbled upon the banana peel and fell head first on the floor, glueing its face hardly on the marble floor.
"Well, enough playing I guess. It's time to get serious now."
Arthur narrowed his eyes and held his weapon tightly eyeing the one zombie that had almost reached him and was waving its arms toward him.
"Here it goes...."