OMG gnat posted!
I had another zombie dream last night. Inspired I am sure by the few rounds of zombie apocalypse I played while trying to shuffle off to bed. Insomnia has gripped my frame in these last days of paper generation (which are not going well btw) and I am not getting the rest I need.
Anyhoo- so in the dream the standard scenario was in full force. Very few remaining humans, large dead population, survival need consists of running, shacking up, and praying that you are not preyed upon. Zombies for the most part were not full shamblers, many of them were skeletenized. Very much take your standard human, remove most of the flesh, some of the muscle and internal organs are there or not there. <--impossible and self conflicting but that was how it was.
They were fast moving, but the crushing of their skulls with blunt objects was (numbers permitting) simple enough. Unfortunately they didn't have need of standard human needs, you know things like rest, or light. I was chased into/trapped in the house I grew up in. To make a decent sized dream short my Pa ended up infected, fully dead, yet still had a modicum of personality memory left. As he came in I managed to slam the bedframe leg I was using as my current weapon into his head with no usual result of crack skull and body falling. The leg had a semi pointed upper end, which I then pressed into his eye (while he was still standing) still without much effect.
I woke up soon after, but I still have yet to migrate to a happy place.
Anyhoo- so in the dream the standard scenario was in full force. Very few remaining humans, large dead population, survival need consists of running, shacking up, and praying that you are not preyed upon. Zombies for the most part were not full shamblers, many of them were skeletenized. Very much take your standard human, remove most of the flesh, some of the muscle and internal organs are there or not there. <--impossible and self conflicting but that was how it was.
They were fast moving, but the crushing of their skulls with blunt objects was (numbers permitting) simple enough. Unfortunately they didn't have need of standard human needs, you know things like rest, or light. I was chased into/trapped in the house I grew up in. To make a decent sized dream short my Pa ended up infected, fully dead, yet still had a modicum of personality memory left. As he came in I managed to slam the bedframe leg I was using as my current weapon into his head with no usual result of crack skull and body falling. The leg had a semi pointed upper end, which I then pressed into his eye (while he was still standing) still without much effect.
I woke up soon after, but I still have yet to migrate to a happy place.