You wake in a poorly lit, tightly cramped space. Your eyes begin to focus on your surroundings as the morning light filters in through the small square window of your attic. Listening intently you can still hear the sounds of those you know moving in the house below you. They are shuffling around slowly, growling as they bump into each other. They were like you, they were surviving. Today they are another possible obstacle on your trek to the freedom that is safety. Waking without the sound of predators all around you wherever that place may be is the freedom you yearn for. But as for today...
You have woken among the dead.