Oh my god. Tonights dream was like a video game. I was at the house I grew up in and I woke up to find instructions on the wall, but I guess I woke up too early because they were still trying to set up the house for me. something seemed off to me, I didn't know these people. I wanted to get out as soon as possible. so I figured go through the garage. I pressed the button to get out and as soon as I got closer to the door it stated to close, but like in all my dreams I can just push through any door and escape. outside the house was different, there was a huge pile over to the side of the street so I went to go look and it was bodies. millions and millions of bodies. I tried to run but this little boy caught my hand. he looked like a zombie... but worse. these things were smart and very agile. I found a stick and stuck it through his mouth all the way through his head... but he didn't die. I thought to myself well shit it's not a zombie, I'm fucked. I saw a bunch of other creatures like him going into house and closing the door behind them. still carrying the little boy I found a house with the door open. I thought I could trick the creatures by closing the door so they would think one of them was already inside. I saw an older woman on the floor, I thought she was dead but as soon as I closed the door she got up and locked it. she was happy that I wasn't one of them. I went to go lock the back door and saw and older man back there and tried to close it on him, but he was alive too. with both doors locked we felt relived. I noticed the boy was still moving. all of a sudden he morphed into a German Shepard and started to bark. i then suddenly stopped and a dog appeared at the back door, looked at us then left. I said that we needed to go. and as soon as I said that, the old woman and man vanished. I was like shit...I tried to hide on the over head beams as they came in to search the house but they looked straight up and hit me with a sick and it all went dark. it skipped to me in a truck, I guess I was saved but some other survivors and I overheard them talking about me. they were saying if I had my glasses and glove that I could be a better fighter. I saw a girl jump off the truck and into a cleaners,I figured that was my way out. I've always been one to think if there was ever a zombie apocalypse or anything of that sort, smaller groups are better than large ones. as soon as I got off all the creatures turned and looked at me so I darted towards the cleaners another girl jumped off and quickly met my speed and handed me my gloves and glasses I felt different, I was hitting these creatures away from me so easily now. we got in the cleaners and I locked the door. one of the creatures managed to get in but I quickly took his head off, thinking thats what killed them. I was wrong it quietly followed me til I found more survivors. (this thought just came to me, if you have ever seen the strain on fx that's what these creatures reminded me of)
I'm too tired to write the rest it's like 5:28am
I'm too tired to write the rest it's like 5:28am