..Zombies Everywhere...
I hate having really intense zombie dreams. I hate waking up from them worse. I wake up, then lay there and think about it. And if I am not careful, I can slip back into it. Ahh.
This one was insane. All this stuff happened, I was trapped in this compound running from zombies, hiding in all these dark rooms. Finally, I got away. I was in some large city like LA or something. Well, I am in the car and everyone seemed normal. No zombies. Somehow, the driver of the car and I thought it was an isolated incident.
Then, over the bridge people stop. A lot of people look really sick and start puking. Then the running and screaming began. And a crowd of zombies is walking towards us. For some reason, we ditch the car. (It was like a really old Ford. Like, seriously one the first cars made. I think it went slower than we could walk.)
I started walking back towards the compound. I knew there were non zombie people there and guns. I am walking walking walking. Avoiding zombies. Now, these zombies are really slow. They don't run fast or anything. They act like really sick people.
Then, some fucker leans over in the crowd and takes a chunk out of my fucking hand. It was about the size of a half-dollar and bleeding horribly. I was only steps away from the compound. I get to the compound. I talk to the people and tell them thanks for helping me get free. But, when I turn I want them to shoot me.
I then woke up. And I swear the spot where I got bit still fucking hurts.
I hate that shit.
This one was insane. All this stuff happened, I was trapped in this compound running from zombies, hiding in all these dark rooms. Finally, I got away. I was in some large city like LA or something. Well, I am in the car and everyone seemed normal. No zombies. Somehow, the driver of the car and I thought it was an isolated incident.
Then, over the bridge people stop. A lot of people look really sick and start puking. Then the running and screaming began. And a crowd of zombies is walking towards us. For some reason, we ditch the car. (It was like a really old Ford. Like, seriously one the first cars made. I think it went slower than we could walk.)
I started walking back towards the compound. I knew there were non zombie people there and guns. I am walking walking walking. Avoiding zombies. Now, these zombies are really slow. They don't run fast or anything. They act like really sick people.
Then, some fucker leans over in the crowd and takes a chunk out of my fucking hand. It was about the size of a half-dollar and bleeding horribly. I was only steps away from the compound. I get to the compound. I talk to the people and tell them thanks for helping me get free. But, when I turn I want them to shoot me.
I then woke up. And I swear the spot where I got bit still fucking hurts.
I hate that shit.