That was not a good dream
Jun. 25th, 2018 01:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethThere was a zombie apocalypse. Infectious zombies. Even though I didn't see them the dream was quite clear on that point.
A whole bunch of people had gathered in this one place to wait for help, but help had stopped communicating and by all evidence was not on its way. And they had no medicine. If they'd set up at an antibiotics factory they might have had a chance, but as it was even if a researcher figured something out they just didn't have the parts.
Outside the building were people in riot gear ready to defend it.
Inside was one ill woman. The lady of the house. A wife and mother.
So they'd decided to believe her when she said she was fine.
But a moment came when the other people who knew the door code had gone outside to talk to the defenders a moment, and been at the edges or thick in the fighting when things kicked off
so the people outside were trapped.
They used the intercom and shouted until she tried to open the door
but she kept on borking the code
until it was one more screw up to a two hour lock out.
They didn't have two minutes, let alone two hours.
And it was a three digit number, but she couldn't remember.
So, technically I didn't see the end of the last stand of humanity, you can still imagine she opened the doors
but seriously, she was going to go zombie in there, or open the doors after the zombies made it to the building, and then it was all over bar the gory bits.
I really didn't like that.
There were lots of other bits of dream but those ones stuck in the mind coherently, so, that was no fun.
A whole bunch of people had gathered in this one place to wait for help, but help had stopped communicating and by all evidence was not on its way. And they had no medicine. If they'd set up at an antibiotics factory they might have had a chance, but as it was even if a researcher figured something out they just didn't have the parts.
Outside the building were people in riot gear ready to defend it.
Inside was one ill woman. The lady of the house. A wife and mother.
So they'd decided to believe her when she said she was fine.
But a moment came when the other people who knew the door code had gone outside to talk to the defenders a moment, and been at the edges or thick in the fighting when things kicked off
so the people outside were trapped.
They used the intercom and shouted until she tried to open the door
but she kept on borking the code
until it was one more screw up to a two hour lock out.
They didn't have two minutes, let alone two hours.
And it was a three digit number, but she couldn't remember.
So, technically I didn't see the end of the last stand of humanity, you can still imagine she opened the doors
but seriously, she was going to go zombie in there, or open the doors after the zombies made it to the building, and then it was all over bar the gory bits.
I really didn't like that.
There were lots of other bits of dream but those ones stuck in the mind coherently, so, that was no fun.