As Asher drifted to sleep, he gradually lay their motionless. When suddenly during his deep sleep, something hit his face.
With his eyes closed, he tried to touch the thing on his face; it was soft and thin like leaves. Then, a cold breeze made him shiver as he opened his eyes.
Gazing at the moon covered by dark clouds in the sky, he was stunned as he sat up. Looking at his bed, it was the grave of someone unknown to him.
"What the, didn't I just sleep? This dream is so familiar, isn't this a dream where I had when I was a child?" he said as he jumped down from the ground, it was in the graveyard with dead trees.
"If the trees were dead, then how come there is a leaf?" Asher exclaimed, full of questions as he held it.
(Author: Don't ask; that's because I want to put a leaf there. Just do what you have to do)
When he was a child, around 5 to 10 years old, he often had this nightmare every night filled with frightening monsters.
While he had seen many things in those dreams, the monsters just only scared him to wake up, so he knew there was really nothing to worry about.
Now that he was older, he wondered why he would be afraid of them.
Glancing at his surroundings, he noticed the many graves, and the only sound he could hear was the whisper of the wind.
"Nothing seems to have changed," Asher said, squatting down and touching the dirt. The touch felt so real like it was real dirt.
The touch and smell of the place made it feel real.
"Dang, my dream is getting weirder and weirder. Maybe it's because I'm tired," he said as he stood straight, his hand on his chin, thinking it must be this reason.
"Yep, this must be it," He concluded as he looked around, deciding to wander around the place.
This is when Asher heard a low grumble of something like an animal, but different. Glancing at the source, there were dead trees covering the view, but as its feet stood out in the dark.
Stepping forward, its leg emerged from the darkness. It was a grotesque sight—thin, with patches of decayed flesh clinging to the bone, the skin discolored and torn in places.
The tattered pants it wore barely hung on, riddled with holes and stains from time and filth.
A second leg followed, dragging unevenly as if it could barely hold the body's weight above.
Then, its arms appeared—long and skeletal, with jagged fingers that seemed to claw at the air.
One arm dangled awkwardly, as though the joint had been broken and never healed. Blackened veins ran along its decayed skin, pulsing faintly with an unnatural energy.
Finally, its entire form emerged into view. The thing was like a human, but its face was a nightmare.
Sunken eye sockets held only darkness, with one eyeball hanging loosely, swaying with its movements.
Its jaw hung slightly open, revealing jagged teeth coated in a dark, sticky substance. Pieces of flesh and muscle were missing from its neck and shoulders, exposing bone beneath.
The stench of decay wafted toward Asher, making him gag. The creature emitted a guttural growl, its head jerking unnaturally as it walked toward him, locking onto him with its empty gaze.
Asher was not scared since when he was a kid, he was already accustomed to it.
"It's actually you, zombie. Did you remember me?" he asked the zombie, who replied with a growl.
Hearing the reply, Asher just stood there and smiled. "Wow, you actually remember. I thought all of you had already forgotten me. All of your pals were scaring me every night. Now I'm an adult, so it will not work," he said confidently.
But the zombie growled as it was just 5 steps away from him; seeing this, he did not panic.
"Yeah, yeah, buddy, it will not work anymore. This is my dream, and I'm in control," he said as he closed the distance.
The zombie in the closed distance wanted to bite his neck, but he leaned sideways, stepping to the side.
"Easy, their buddy." Asher was surprised by the attack since this monster had only just scared him but dared not touch him.
"Were you reprogrammed after 8 years?" he wondered as the zombie aimed at him again.
Its mouth was open, showing its decayed teeth as it breathed heavily; when it closed, Asher held it by the hand as he tried to sumo wrestle it.
At the same time, keeping its head away from biting him.
When he used force the touch of the zombie felt like it was so real, as it looked at its face in close parameters trying to bite his.
When its saliva hit his lips, he could not help but throw up. Suddenly, his hand holding the zombie's hand began to hurt like it was burning, making him in pain.
"What the heck is that heat? " he exclaimed as he let go and kicked the zombie, which caused it to fall, fixing its uneven leg.
(So first, its leg was facing in the opposite direction, and when he was kicked with a good force, he fell, fixing it. I hope you understand this :D )
Looking at his palm, which had turned somewhat gray, he felt like it was decaying. The pain was so real that he was frightened.
Luckily, he kicked it away since if he held his hand for minutes, his hand might be dead for life.
"The hell, is this not a dream anymore?" he gasped as he saw the zombie stand up like Michael Jackson.
"He-He," it growled.
This time, he was shocked. Since the walking zombie could now run, it became a running zombie.
"You didn't tell me you could run," Asher exclaimed in panic, and he decided to run as well. The zombie was chasing him.