"Jack! Jack!"
A familiar voice cut through the chaos. Jack turned to see his best friend, Tom, standing at the bathroom door, face pale with worry.
"You okay?" Tom asked, eyes filled with concern.
Jack shook his head, bewildered. "I... I don't know. I was dreaming about zombies, and then I woke up and..."
Tom interrupted, his voice firm. "This isn't a dream, Jack. You went nuts in class and stabbed a classmate. The teachers are freaking out, and their parents are coming to school. You need to explain yourself."
Jack's stomach dropped. "No... this can't be real. I swear I thought I was still dreaming."
Tom took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Look, I know you're always daydreaming about crazy stuff, but this is serious. You need to pull it together and talk to the teacher. We'll figure this out."
Jack nodded reluctantly, grateful for Tom's support. "Alright... let's go."
They stepped out of the bathroom, only to be met with chaos. The hallway was a nightmare come to life. Familiar faces had turned into twisted horrors—classmates with pale, lifeless eyes and black slime dripping from their mouths.
"Tom... look!" Jack's voice trembled as he pointed.
Tom froze, horror dawning on his face. "What... what the hell is happening?"
Without warning, Tom shouted, "I have to save May! She's downstairs!" Before Jack could stop him, Tom took off running.
"Wait, Tom!" Jack called after him, but it was no use.
Years of dreaming about survival scenarios kicked in. Jack knew what he had to do—prepare. He couldn't afford to rush in blindly like Tom.
"I need supplies," Jack muttered, steeling himself.
He sprinted back to the classroom, scavenging whatever he could find. Grabbing pens, knives from hidden drawers, and a few sturdy metal rods, he stuffed them into a backpack. Next, he raided the snack stash—chips, bottled water, anything that might keep him going.
"I have to move fast," he whispered, eyes darting nervously. "Those zombies could be here any second."
With his makeshift arsenal ready, Jack slung the backpack over his shoulder and bolted out of the classroom. The hallway was chaos—screams, blood, and the grotesque sight of former classmates turned into monsters.
Jack's heart raced, but his grip on the iron rod tightened.
This was no dream anymore. And he was ready to fight.