I sit down in the squeaky wooden chair nervously, my heart racing and blood pumping. Quickly, i fix my skirt and adjust my hair to perfection just incase this is love at first sight. My date was sitting in-front of me, he had stringy dark black hair ,but it fell just above his dead-like grey eyes. He had nearly paper white skin and a life-less look. “Hi?” i stutter, expecting a reply. But no. “What’s your name?” i follow up with, again, nothing. I stand up and slam my hands on the table, knocking over the base of flowers placed neatly in the middle. As it fell, water trickled out like a slow waterfall and soaked the man’s sage trousers. Not even a flinch. “Is this some sort of sick prank?!” i exclaim whilst waking

off set, only to realise, everybody here is dead.