Zombies

I haven't included a great deal of my zombie dreams on this website, I turn a lot of them into short stories where they become forgotten things. This one is short and deserves posting because of how it made my skin crawl. For the last week and a half I've had somewhat disconnected dreams. Every night, flawlessly, as it has been for some time, I dream of getting my spine tattooed. It has become a very persistent image, very vivid and short but still just as emotional. I need my wings. For the last few nights, I've had a more lucid dream as well. Zombies, go figure. I've had this dream before but I haven't held on to any details.

It's still very rough in my mind. I know there's been some horrible apocalyptic event that's decimated the world. A strange new society has sprung up in Europe - all my friends are there, Candice, Martin, Lisa, Nigel, Bill, a slew of others. I'm stuck in America under military guard. They won't let me leave, I know somethings up. They keep trying to brainwash us with propaganda about how horrible the new society is and how, outside their protection, hordes of zombies roam. We're subjected to scare tactics which limit our sleep. I finally lose it when I get a call from Nigel. My friends are hurting. They're worried about me. They've been hearing things that this military is really gone rogue and whatever. The call gets cut off before they can tell me something about the zombies.

That night, I break out. I'm shot at, chased by dogs, and I just run 'til I can't feel my legs or my lungs and I run some more. I'm later forced to defend myself against rabid zombies - spitters and shamblers mostly but I almost get bit by a hunter. I run into a seemingly abandoned building to hide. Out of breath, sore and near the end of my leash, I'm brought back from the brink of madness by the sound of... teaching. I hear a distinct female voice and the answer of a child... what the hell, am I hallucinating? Looking around, this place does look like a school... and not as abandoned as I first thought. I peer into a classroom... to see a classroom full of zombie children. Holy fuck. They notice me immediately when I gasp and shamble my way. I'm backed up into a corner, I can hear them snarling and I finally snap. I sob. I start apologizing to my friends, each one by name, each one by reason. I should have listened. I should have waited. I shouldn't have run. I... peek through my fingers once I realize they aren't eating me. All these decayed children are just staring at me. Their teacher looms above me and extends her hand to me. I take it. I expose my arm to all of them and there's a fleeting sense of fear... then I realize I'm okay. She tells me how most "zombies" haven't lost their faculties. They unfortunately don't live long as their system eventually shuts down and they become like those I ran into outside. I meet the "elder" who has lived the longest as a zombie without going nuts for whatever reason. He tells me that, on the other continent, they're coexisting with the zombies because of the discovery of half breeds.

In short, they help me over and it's a happy ending... I think. I don't actually remember. Maybe they eat me in the end?