Zombies!?

My brother gave me some new music today. It's the kind of music that makes you feel like you can't hear anything. It's the sort of sounds that play in your head when you're running through a burning city. A city you've never seen before. But one that feels like home.

The last time I felt like this I had rushed onto a dance floor with a glass in my hand and man's arm around my waist. I had begun to hate this guy, but I wanted to dance. As soon as we were absorbed into the bodies, my two friends just in sight, I realised that there was no sound. There was nothing besides my own voice, which was a poor muted sound, as quiet as a mouse, strained with the urgency of screams.

I looked down at my hand. The glass was gone. The glass was falling to the floor. I watched it spin slightly, the glass shatter and fly as it hit the ground, the glinting brown liquid make a wet seeping pool, spreading with the speed of a cobra. I tried to tell someone, but suddenly I wasn't there any more, the world had shifted and there was no glass on the floor, never had been.

Why were all these people dancing with no music? I didn't understand but soon I was dancing too, held up by the crammed dance floor itself. Moving because it would be impossible not to.

Ok, I started writing this a few days ago and have no idea were I was going. I think it had something to do with zombies. It was going to be awesome. Too bad.