Road Runner

It's Sunday April 23rd. As always on weekends, Larry sleeps very late. It is a warm, sunny morning and only a few clouds cover the sky. Larry is slowly waking up from the sunlight shining through the window. He blinks. The sun blinds him. Larry sits on the edge of the bed and rubs his eyes. He had just had another dream. It was a strange dream. The whole city was full of zombies and he had to hide in a dumpster to avoid being eaten. It must come from one of those cheap movies he sometimes watches in the evenings, Larry thought. He liked to watch this kind of movie in the evening. He didn't have to think about it much, so he often fell asleep doing it. He looked at the clock. It was shortly after 10. He had to hurry, he had an appointment with his girlfriend Lola in half an hour. He quickly jumped into the shower and then ate a bowl of corn flakes. He was about to go to the door when he remembered. He still had to give Lola back the Fifa game he borrowed last week. After a short search he found it. But now he had to hurry if he didn't want to be late. He put on his shoes, went into the stairwell, and closed the door behind him. As he walked out the front door, he turned on the music he wanted to hear on the way. It was only when he glanced at the street from his cell phone that he noticed something. It was much emptier than usual. Hardly anyone was on the street. To be more precise, no one was on the street. It was deserted. But why? Where did everyone go? Otherwise it was always very crowded in front of his house, between all the shops and stores. He paused his music and took off the headphones. That's when he heard it. A scream. Somewhere farther away, someone shouted like it was going to kill. It was apparently coming from the next side street. Larry started to run faster. He started running. What is going to happen there? Did anyone need his help? When he got to the side street, he saw where the screaming was coming from. A red-haired man with a beard and a suit. He was held by a zombie. But the zombie wasn't alone. Another zombie was ripping pieces of meat from the man's calf with his mouth and eating them. Larry stopped dead in place. What should he do? Or was he still dreaming? That had to be a dream, right? Suddenly another zombie around a street corner. He looked Larry straight in the eye and gave a grunt. The zombies at the red-haired man looked up. They too saw Larry now. The zombie on the man's calf dropped its leg and walked slowly towards Larry. Larry turned around. He ran off. As fast as never before. He gave everything to escape the zombies ...