So I go back to sleep and I am at an abandoned house and it's very dilapidated, but quite a bit larger than the house in my kitten dream. You know the deal, windows bored up, gutters falling off and swaying back and forth a bit, paint crusting off, abandoned, ominous. The works. So I'm here, and I'm with my friend, though at the moment I can't remember who it was. I don't know if this is a crime scene or what but there are a few police cars and some people mingling about and people looking around oddly. Well I don't know what happened, but someone screamed and there was an explosion as one of the cop cars went up in flames. Then there were suddenly like 4 or 5 zombies. For all those zombie buffs out there these were the flesh eating kind, slack mouths, made moaning noises, but were much faster than they should have been so people actually did have to run.
We had some following us as we ran away all over town and by the time we had made it back to the abandoned house, there were at least 20 or 25 of them (having turned citizens into zombies as they ran all over town). So now that we have outrun them for the time being, it's time of course, ladies and gents, to go INTO the house. Of course all the doors and windows are boarded up and "lucky" for us, there's a strange hole the we can make our way into the house, So it's sort of like climbing in a half muddy hole, half cave, and we have backpacks on, I don't know why. It is a very tight fit and even if you aren't claustrophobic, it gets a bit scary, and I have to take off my backpack to even fit in this hole. My friend behind me was more scared than I was so I pushed on and encouraged her to do the same. Eventually we had made it into the house.
It gets a bit blurry here, but the point is zombies eventually made it into the house and the hunt began. I mean, I've never been in a zombie apocalypse... have you? So somehow I got a gun and started shooting at zombies. But then after a while the dream sort of lost focus on zombies and people I know sort of were showing up in the house. This girl I know, Rachel, was there and we both had guns, I guess for zombie shooting, but somehow we got into a fight, I'm not sure. The point is that I might have shot at her and then she started shooting at me so I ran off and I went through this doorway into a room and she shot once, twice and missed. I tripped and fell and I was laying there with my back on the ground and she was in the doorway with the gun pointed at me. I was begging her not to shoot me, knowing that I was being a bit hypocritical since I shot at her. I closed my eyes and begged her not to shoot me. I heard a gun shot and it made impact.
I did not wake up. I felt what it was like to be shot. I think she shot me in my right lung but I can't be sure. I didn't feel much pain but more like a creeping numbness that swept through my body to my fingertips and my legs. My nerves stopped working correctly and I couldn't move the way I used to. My speech was slurred and my vision became blurry. I couldn't breathe. My consciousness started to dim and I felt her presence laying beside me, though I'm not sure why, maybe I shot her as well. But this sort of awful pressure descended upon me and though it didn't really HURT, it was not a pleasant feeling. I knew I was dying and all I could think was, "So this is death. She shot me. This is dying... what comes next?"
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