Dream Journal
I stood in checkout line of my grocery store and noticed a man lying on the ground a few feet behind me. When I was almost finished paying for my groceries, the man moved in a very creepy way. He stood up and I knew he was not alive; he was a zombie. He focused right on me and started toward me before I ran as fast as I could out of the store, leaving my groceries behind.
I was apparently in Homer because I ran to the church there. There were zombies in the roads and in the church hallways, zombies everywhere. I grabbed someone who wasn’t a zombie and dragged him into the nursery with me. As we got to the nursery doorway a zombie came around the corner and pointed a gun at me.
The zombie shot at, and missed, me three times. I spun around and back towards the nursery doorway only to be faced with another gun. I heard a loud bang at the same time the right side of my face burst into pain.
I froze and pondered the situation as the rest of the action continued around me. I considered that the pain on the right side of my face might be from the noise of the gunshot bursting my eardrum, but was pretty sure that I had been shot. I knew I wouldn’t be much use against the zombies with my face blown off. I wondered if I would turn into a zombie.
Themes: Zombies