Yama's Dreams [ Take One ]

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One winter night, a tired llama went to bed after trolling kids online. It was quite late, 2:31a.m. to be precise. And our poor llama was JUST starting to sleep earlier too.

The llama pulled the warm blanket over them, curling up in the warmth, before allowing sleep to take over, listening to the faint music from their old radio.

The night was filled with light snores here and there, the llama turning onto the other side occasionally. Soon enough, the llama's body stilled, remaining unmoving as they fell into the depths of the dreamworld. And must I say, this tale is a strange one indeed.

×× within the dreamworld ××

The llama opened opened their eyes, scanning their surroundings. They were surrounded by darkness, but a full moon illuminated the sky, casting a soft glow on the earth.

Destroyed pieces of junk and rubble lay scattered around the confused llama. This setting was quite familiar to the llama.

It's as if their laundry room exploded, no roof over their head, but a washing machine off to the side. There was a dusty rack with assorted laundry detergents, fabric softeners, and the like.

The llama wondered how they got where they were, before a figure attacked them from behind, latching onto their back.

The llama stumbled forward, before the figure spoke. "You! Where've you been?! The undead are coming this way!" the figure moved in front of the startled llama, appearing to be a teenage girl with a crowbar in hand.

She wore her hair in a dark messy bun, her gleaming eyes standing out to the llama. The moon illuminated her orbs, but the color of her irises weren't clear enough for the llama to see.

The llama shook their head, before replying, "Huh?"

The girl was about to respond when the clattering of metal behind the llama interrupted her. The llama looked behind them, seeing a figure emerge from the shadows of the roof– or, what was left of it.

The figure appeared to be a tall young man, maybe 19 years of age, stuffing a can of beef stew into an open backpack. He looked up at the two of you, "What are you doing standing around? Come on, the undead will be here soo-"

"They're here." A deep voice interrupted him, the llama, the girl, and the boy, turning to see another teenage boy with a wooden bat, hopping down from the washing machine.

As soon as he said that, a zombie head broke through what was left of the wall around them, startling the poor llama. The three strangers hopped onto a large wooden platform that appeared above them, the boy with the bat reaching out to the llama, the llama grabbing onto the stranger's hand amd climbed onto the platform.

Just as the llama got his foot on the platform, the walls crumbled, a horde of zombies stalking towards the group, grabbing at the platform.

The llama lost their balance as the wooden platform began moving upwards, putting distance between them and the zombies. The platform continued to move upward, as the llama stood up shakily. A feeling of dread filled the llama as the platform cracked under their feet, before giving away to the weight.

The llama fell towards the horde of the undead, horror evident in their eyes. Landing on the washing machine with a grunt, the llama scrambled to their feet, jumping over the rotted hands grabbing at them.

The llama found a drawer behind them and felt an urge to look inside, avoiding the grabbing of hands. Inside the dresser were assorted dining silverware, ya know, spoons and stuff.

The llama grabbed a bread knife, before turning back to the horde of zombies. The llama hopped onto the shoulders of a zombie, grabbing its head and began cutting at its neck with the dull bread knife.

Eventually, the knife made its way through the rotten neck of the zombie, its head falling off and rolling to the ground.

The llama faced the horde of zombies who hadn't attacked the llama while they were busy. The llama leaped at the zombies, letting out a war cry as they raised his bread knife above their shoulders.

Faint ringing filled the llama's ears as they swung the butter knife downwards-

×× dream: ended ××

The llama awoke in a sweat, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before groaning, turning on their side to dismiss their alarm.

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;)) ja ne~