Survival in the Apocalypse

The cold floor touched the soles of my feet. I opened my eyes and found myself lying in a familiar bedroom. The light filtered through the white curtains and fell on the plush carpet. However, all this familiarity seemed so strange after that bloody dream. I sat up suddenly, breathing rapidly. He explored his body with both hands, confirming inch by inch that he had no wounds or bloody and horrific memories. On the tenth day of the zombie attack, food was scarce... When I woke up again, I was actually a week before the zombie attack!