My Zombie Screenplay

11/11-#1 My parents house at the beach was on stilts and easy to defend, just pull up the stairs. Plus all the various row houses, live on the top floor and block the stairwell. Our house here is one story, on a hill. I’d lay awake at nap with Henry and wait for them to come in the window, so I wrote a screenplay in my head to counter the nightmares. Running through open fields, Henry in his backpack. I’d have a sword and a shotgun maybe. We’d sleep in trees. Some kind of hammock. I wake up and see him looking at me thinking he’s gotten bit somehow, but then he smiles.