Chapter 4

Chapter four, When I went to bed that night, I closed my eyes like I usually do. But instead of dreaming about me hitting a home run for the Mets, my brain went to Zombieland. I'm going to leave out a lot of the scariest parts of my nightmare because I don't want you to close this book and run away screaming. But here are some highlights. In my dream, I was about five years old. I was at the beach, building a sand castle when a bunch of zombies came out of the ocean. They had jellyfish for noses, and instead of arms, they had giant octopus tentacles. With stingers on the end of each one! I screamed and ran down the beach. The zombies chased me. As

they got closer, I could almost feel their tentacles stinging me. One of them actually wrapped itself around my arm and started to squeeze. I used every bit of my strength to break free. I ran for the lifeguard shack, but the faster I ran, the farther away it got. Then I fell facedown in the sand. The sand got up my nose and I couldn't breathe. I felt a cold slimy tentacle wrap around my ankle, and start pulling me—closer... closer... closer... And then I woke up. I was screaming, "Let me go! Let me go!" That woke up Frankie. He had been asleep in his Spider-Man sleeping bag next to my bed. "Zip, what are you doing?" he said with a yawn. "Running from a zombie attack." "That's nice," he said, still half asleep. "Did they eat your brains?" "I don't think so. I'm still here." I reached up to my head to check if there

were any zombie bite marks. There weren't. I leaned down to show Frankie, but he had already fallen back asleep. I rolled back in bed and closed my eyes. As soon as I did, there they were again! Zombies... hundreds of them—pounding on the hot sand with their tentacles. The terrible drumming sound got louder and louder in my ears. My eyes flew open. It was late, and I was so tired. But there was no way I could fall asleep. Not with all those zombies in my room. It was going to be a

long, hard night.

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