Dirk ==> Enter Dream bubbl-nightmare.
It had been so long, far longer then it should have been for Dirk to be sleeping. At first he thought he might be dead, it would be the only explanation for why he was stuck here for so long, but a quick look at his eyes confirmed that that wasn't the case. Three weeks he had counted being asleep, and the only thing that made sense was he might have been in a coma, but from what? He didn't recall a fight or anything straining that called for it.
He played in his head what last had happened, he simply went to sleep. It truly didn't make sense, especially from what he heard, dream bubbles could be affected by the dreamers in it. No way in hell did he remember something like....THIS. Then he started to think some more. Whose dream bubble was this and why was he trapped in it. He had a strangest feeling he had to find out and put an end to either them or this nightmare.
For that's what it was, a nightmare. From the groans and screeches of bodies moving around uncoordinated to the stench of rotting, corroded flesh attached to them. Surely this could only be a nightmare, why else would the undead be walking with the desire to tear him to pieces. It had taken him a week to come to a conclusion about this place and that was.
He was asleep in a dream bubble not his own with flesh eating monsters and the worst of it. He couldn't wake up.
Heaving a sigh, Dirk pulled his mask back on, the smell was getting to him again and got ready for another attempt to figuring out who the dreamer of this place was. At first he feared the person could be a zombie as well, but watching them he threw out that assumption. They were too stupid and never ending for that to be the cause. So only one thing remained, they were somewhere in the bubble, probably waiting to be rescued or killed.
The human un-shielded his sword and without any hesitation jumped back into the streets crowded with the undead.
