THE ESCAPE

The boy woke up in a cold sweat. He had the dream again, the one where he was trapped in the house full of zombies. He could still hear their moans and groans, and he could still feel their cold, dead hands reaching for him.

He sat up in bed and tried to shake the feeling of dread. It was just a dream, he told himself. But even as he said the words, he knew that it wasn't just a dream. The zombies were real.

He got out of bed and went to the window. The sun was just starting to rise, and the sky was a pale pink. But even in the early morning light, he could see the zombies. They were milling around in the yard, their heads turned towards the house.

The boy knew that he had to get out of there. He couldn't stay in the house with the zombies. He had to find a way to escape.

He went to the front door and tried to open it, but it was locked. He pounded on the door and shouted for help, but no one came. He was trapped.

He looked around the room for something he could use to break the door down, but there was nothing. The only thing he could find was a chair. He picked up the chair and threw it at the door. The chair shattered, but the door didn't budge.

The boy was starting to panic. He didn't know what to do. He was trapped in the house with the zombies, and he didn't have any way to escape.

He sat down on the floor and put his head in his hands. He didn't know what was going to happen to him. He was going to die.

Suddenly, he heard a noise outside the window. He looked up and saw a man standing in the yard. The man was holding a gun.

The boy waved his arms and shouted for help. The man saw him and started to run towards the house.

The zombies saw the man too. They started to chase him, but the man was too fast for them. He reached the house and kicked the door in.

The boy ran to the man and hugged him. "Thank you," he said. "You saved my life."

The man smiled. "No problem," he said. "Now let's get out of here."

The man and the boy ran out of the house and into the yard. The zombies were still chasing them, but the man was able to outrun them.

They ran to the car and got in. The man started the car and they drove away.

The boy looked back at the house. The zombies were still standing in the yard, watching them go.

The boy was safe, but he knew that he would never forget the night he was trapped in the house full of zombies.

The man drove the boy to his house. The boy's parents were so happy to see him. They hugged him and told him how much they loved him.

The boy told his parents about the zombies, and they didn't believe him at first. But then the man told them about how he had seen the zombies too.

The boy's parents were still scared, but they were also relieved that their son was safe. They knew that he would never be the same after what he had experienced, but they were determined to help him heal.

The boy went to therapy to deal with the trauma of what he had seen. It took a long time, but he eventually started to heal. He learned to cope with his fear, and he even started to talk about what had happened to him.

The boy never forgot the night he was trapped in the house full of zombies. But he also learned that even in the darkest of times, there is always hope.