Write a short story about someone caught in the grips of a horrible nightmare. Tell the story from two perspectives: one should be what the reader would see and the other should be what the dreamer sees. Name the character Maurice.
Maurice gripped the sheets, writhing in terror with a grimace of panic on his sleeping face. His fingers twisted into claws, nearly ripping the bedclothes as he struggled with an invisible adversary. His eyelids fluttered but remained closed while sweat beaded along his forehead and ran down his temples to stain the pillow underneath him. His legs kicked intermittently with visible strain at the calf muscles as if he was trying to flee from a nightmarish opponent. Maurice's mouth opened in a silent scream, and he clawed at his throat, releasing a gurgle that sounded like a blood-soaked death rattle. 

Maurice was trapped in a bad dream, a horrifying one by the looks of it. But what was he dreaming about? 

They were gaining on him, nipping at his heels like packs of rabid, snarling dogs. Zombies were everywhere. Maurice could smell the rot emanating from their bodies as their teeth snapped in growls behind him. His rational mind broke free from the chaos to let him know it was only a dream, but he couldn't escape from the pull of the nightmare. He felt implanted in the horror of it all, and that's when he spotted a cabin up ahead. He ran for his life, not daring to look back until he reached the cabin door and banged on it for the occupants to let him in. As the door opened, he felt his sleeping body quake in reality, but his mind frayed at the seams as he screamed in the face of the rotten, smiling corpse that answered his knocks. 
