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Ugggh, totally had a nightmare last night, about zombies. It basically started out that I looked up into the sky one night and saw a pair of Medflight helicopters heading to Madison (the route is practically over my house in real life too). The second of them started tipping to the side and I could see that there were people packed into it; it began behaving more erratically as it went, as if something was going on inside. After it had gone, I could hear in the distance a commotion. I went back inside and told my parents that I was pretty sure the zombie invasion had started.
The rest of the dream was basically running around with my mom, trying to stay alive. Once I had left my house I had gotten ahold of a gun, and I was a pretty good shot with it, although more often than not it didn't actually do anything to the zombies, and even when it did there were always more where those came from. We also had to deal with other survivors, and at one point we had to give up all our valuables to some looters (except for the gun). All in all, pretty dismal.
The only redeeming parts were the intermittent moments when I would take the POV of Sylar on his own journey through zombified California, which was much less stressful and frustrating than traveling myself, since he could kill the zombies pretty easily and could generally get around without attracting their attention so much. He was looking for (and eventually found) Mohinder, a la "The Last Two Men" by toestastegood.
When I woke up, though... Man. I had to go across the hall to the bathroom, but it took foreeever because I kept pausing to listen for zombies, or staring at shadows to make sure they didn't move. There was one point when I thought I actually did see something, and kept as still as possible, barely breathing; but that was just a shadow too. In the end I put my sickle next to my bed, as much good as that would do me.
Thank goodness for daylight!
The rest of the dream was basically running around with my mom, trying to stay alive. Once I had left my house I had gotten ahold of a gun, and I was a pretty good shot with it, although more often than not it didn't actually do anything to the zombies, and even when it did there were always more where those came from. We also had to deal with other survivors, and at one point we had to give up all our valuables to some looters (except for the gun). All in all, pretty dismal.
The only redeeming parts were the intermittent moments when I would take the POV of Sylar on his own journey through zombified California, which was much less stressful and frustrating than traveling myself, since he could kill the zombies pretty easily and could generally get around without attracting their attention so much. He was looking for (and eventually found) Mohinder, a la "The Last Two Men" by toestastegood.
When I woke up, though... Man. I had to go across the hall to the bathroom, but it took foreeever because I kept pausing to listen for zombies, or staring at shadows to make sure they didn't move. There was one point when I thought I actually did see something, and kept as still as possible, barely breathing; but that was just a shadow too. In the end I put my sickle next to my bed, as much good as that would do me.
Thank goodness for daylight!