To say that Peter is not thrilled with this dream would be an understatement. Yeah, it's got good atmosphere; something like this could make a brilliant theme for a show...if it didn't also make him feel like he's about to contract tetanus just from walking around. Add in the part where he's become one of the walking undead, and he's more than ready to wake up and be done with this. Somehow, though he'd meant to ask Gabe to wake him up, they'd got separated before it could happen.

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and strolls along a corridor to nowhere in particular, minding his step after a section of the floor yanked itself out from under him a few minutes ago. When he comes upon a room glowing with a different kind of light, it doesn't occur to him that this might be something different from the rest of the funhouse...not, that is, until he's wandered inside and spotted the dessicated corpse on the floor.

"...Well, shit," he says after he's gotten over jumping and gasping and so forth in surprise. Glancing around uneasily, he turns to make a hurried exit. It's just a dream, but that doesn't mean he wants to stick around.