Surviving the Apocalypse

The cold floor pressed against my feet. I opened my eyes and found myself lying in my familiar bedroom, sunlight filtering through the white curtains and falling across the shag rug. Yet after that bloody dream, everything familiar seemed so strange. I sat bolt upright, breathing hard. My hands explored my body, checking inch by inch to make sure there were no wounds, no horrifying memories of blood and gore. The tenth day of the zombie outbreak, food running low... When I woke again, I had somehow gone back to a week before the zombies came!