Bad news! I can't remember too much now and what I do remember is depressing. I never made it home. Now I'll get tons of email and real mail and letters by messenger pigeon letting me know that everyone hates my cliffhanger non-ending. Too bad! You can blame the alarm clock. It hates me and always cuts off the best dreams.
So I was on my way home to hopefully nab the wife, institute my survival plan (I really do have one), and then I dunno what. Getting home was going to be the issue first. Motivating the wife to actually do all the work on the survival plan was going to be equally difficult. I really couldn't be bothered to think past that point. One thing I realized quickly at this point is that I was dreaming. The zombies weren't the clue, though. It kept getting dark and then daybreak again. Very confusing stuff, if you've ever been walking safely and suddenly it turned dark.
I had gotten about half way home when I met up with a young mom who was trying to get her two kids to keep moving. I'm not sure where they were going, but I offered to help them out for a while since we were traveling the same direction. The little boy had been bitten, but I didn't mention to mom what was inevitably going to happen. I figured we'd deal with that later. We traveled about a mile when we came to a roadblock of wrecked and burning cars. Since zombies don't feel any pain, they had actually burned themselves up trying to get at people stuck in the burning cars! Stupid zombies. I was still cautious though. Piles of cars make for good screens for zombies to hide behind..or rather for them to be hidden by. Zombies don't really have the brain power to actually hide. Luckily, the only zombie around by this point was the little boy. He had stopped at some point and while mom was trying to get him to move, he attacked lil sis and bit her arm and then bit mom as she tried to pull him off. Mom had him by the back of his jacket and was holding him at arm's length but it was too late. I had to give mom a whack in the back of the head with the handicap sign and then the little girl.....and then zombie bro.
You might think that it would have upset me. By this point in the story it seems like I'm fairly well turning into a serial killer with no real remorse. That's true. My family actually had a discussion about "making the hard choices at the end of the world" at dinner once. It was agreed on that I would have no real issues by my parents, sister, and wife. I blame my upbringing for my sociopathic tendencies! You can only watch that red shirted ensign die so many times before you say to yourself, "Someone had to go. You can't run the show without Kirk."
That's about it. I already warned you that I never made it home. What I can tell you is that in the dream I had an awesome sense of awesomeness. I was in the end of days and doing just fine, thank you! My paranoia and obsession with survival were paying off and I was on top of my game. It reminds me of a picture:
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