[ WP ] What is going on ?

Trembling, I try to open the door. The silver knob remains stiff- I'm locked in. A shooting pain surges through my skull. Why ca n't I remember anything? I do n't know who I am, or why I'm here. I feel panicked, I need to get out. I check the window, but it does n't open and there's metal bars on the outside even if I could break the glass. I look outside, and feel sick to my stomach. It looks like a bomb went off. Shrapnel and debris everywhere. There are people outside but they're covered in blood, some limping, some missing limbs. I turn my head away from the scene when I catch a glimpse what appears to be a man with a severely broken neck. But there is no sign of panic, everyone is just calmly going about their business like a normal day. Even the man with the broken neck seems to be content chatting with an armless woman, with his head hanging to the side. 
 I bang on the door, screaming for help. I do n't know what else to do. Afraid I've found myself in a zombie apocalypse, I know I ca n't stay here, but I'm not particularly sure how to escape. I hear the sound of keys, and I back away from the door, with nothing to grab as a weapon. 
 The door opens, and I see the half mangled face of a man wearing a blood stained white uniform. 
 `` Calm down, Mr. Avery. Everything is fine.'' He looks at me with empty eyes. With all of my strength, I kick him with a forceful blow to the abdomen and try to escape past him. Two other zombies catch me in the hallway and pin me up against the wall, one of them injecting me with some toxin. I can feel it enter my bloodstream, and I try my best to stay conscious and fight but I quickly become weak and my vision fades out. 
 I wake up in the same bed, in the same room, but everything seems different. Everything is fine. Did I dream it? The bruises on my arms tell me I did n't. Jesus, what's going on? I look to the left and I'm startled by the man in the white uniform sitting beside my bed watching me. 
 `` Feeling better, Mr. Avery?'' He taps his pen against his clipboard a few times. `` Do you remember what happened this morning?'' 
 `` You... You were a zombie. The-there was blood.'' My voice trailed off. 
 `` None of that was real. You have brain damage, Mr. Avery, and we're doing our best to treat you. You have been suffering from psychotic episodes where you seem to believe some kind of disaster has happened. We have you on medication, but it seems we need to increase your dosage for your own safety.'' 
 `` But why ca n't I remember anything?'' 
 `` We're still trying to figure out where the memory loss comes from, we think it may part of the brain damage, or a side effect of the medications but we have n't had anyone react like this to it before.'' 
 I do n't know how to say it, but it feels like there's something we're both missing. 
 `` Doctor,'' I mutter while he was jotting down notes. `` I have this strange feeling. I do n't think we're safe here.'' The words started falling out of my mouth like I knew something, but I did n't. `` We have to get everyone out of here.'' 
 `` It's okay, Mr. Avery. Just keep reminding yourself, none of it was real.'' The moment the word'real' leaves his mouth, a huge explosion shakes the building.
