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I had a, we'll say for simplicity's sake, zombie dream. I was holed up in a random museum building with the rest of my class, having gotten stuck there when the earthquake marked the arrival of the zombie-non-human species, later confirmed to use certain corrupted technologies as its conduit for take over. This was the start. We didn't know anything. They kept promising that we'd go home soon and ...this was only temporary, but the longer we stayed, the clearer it was that this was not a temporary situation.
Eventually the electricity in the building was cut and none of us could contact our families any longer. The little building was falling apart, but military finally managed to take us to the first major holding area; a mall that had been organized by a team of local youth groups and pastors as a safe haven. I was reunited with my family there and we had actual food now.
Everything seemed perfect until my parents were using the phone to play a song to calm my sister. I was using a wheel chair as a seat. The phone is what allowed the crystal like structure to grow in and on my family and turn them into horrible zombie monsters. We were away from the others. I managed to get away using the wheel chair and had to watch what was once my family be shot down.
I still kept my phone. It had pictures of the happier times. After a month of grief, two other young adults who had experienced similar reached out to me. We became friends. It was through them I learned that the reason our numbers had been thinning is because they were killing or throwing out to the zombies people who refused to give up their phones and found in possession of a phone after the ban had been placed. The three of us had long ago disabled any sort of wifi or signal producing parts on out phone since there was no issue when taking or looking at pictures. We wanted to remember those we lost.
The pastor's wife of my old church did not and had never liked me. She found reasons to skimp me on our already dwindling food and just be a dick in general to me. We were always being kicked out of restricted places when we tried to enter to kill boredom. Soon a ban was placed on restricted places with a similar consequence as using phones. And the food was essentially gone, but none of the higher ups were willing to admit defeat. Many were uneasy and the thrill of a shopping mall grew sour.
We decided to escape. There was a certain time of day that the crystal structure zombies seemed to become less active, absorbing energy from the sun. We were nearly killed and caught at every corner as we tried to escape. It was only with dumb luck that we got through the area and were able to leave without them gunning us down.
We walked around immobile structures and ran as fast as we could, taking shelter in buildings. They were blind and communicated and detected things using signals that couldn't pass through buildings if there wasn't a way to broadcast their signal inside. So we were safe. We traveled that way, eating what we could, until we reached another colony of people. They took us in and were really nice. They, too were low on food, but they fed us interesting creations. I remember they had a Reese cup there and it was the best thing I had ever eaten at that point after everything.
Once the food was out, there were no Forrest areas or anything to hunt for food around. So we would have to travel as a group. At one point during our stops, we found tanks. The military had been able to fight when the crystal zombies had first arrived and been in their infancy, but they had grown, developed, and multiplied far too much.
During our travels somewhere, I was messing with my phone pocket and it fell on a crystal. I was afraid that it would awaken the creature or be noticed, but neither was the case. I quickly retrieved it and later that night, I noticed the pictures and text were garbled. I forgot to turn it off. The next day, we stayed out too long and the crystal zombies awoke. They killed our group, but they didn't even notice us. We stayed close and traveled until we were in a small, tourist trap place.
We were confused. I then felt my phone vibrate. Indicating low battery. I realized it was on. I wondered if me dropping and screwing up my phone was the reason for us being safe, them taking out their phones to check. We charged it to be sure, using a solar charger we'd stolen from some mall. We then realized we weren't alone. Two gangly teen boys attempted to steal our phones, demon devices away. We fought them off as best we could until they ran out screaming, not mentally right after the almost year of dealing with this. The crystals overtook them outside and attempted to crush our building, until they calmed from their stimulation and continued on.
Over the next day, we tested the theory, and sure enough, my phone made us undetectable. We kept the solar charger plugged in and made our way through the zombies, stopping before dark. I don't know how long we traveled, eating what we could. We arrived, nearly dead, at another shelter.
This one was in a HUMONGOUS mall. There were military and researchers there. As well as religious zealots that had formed a cult. We stayed far away from them. We managed a peaceful, if not mischievous and explorative, existence. There were no stupid bans and the cult, while freaky, was ultimately harmless. It was kept well in check to prevent anything resembling sacrifices from happening.
We became friends with a researcher. He said the development of the cult had been fascinating to watch and a true show of the human nature and how it copes with the unknown.
After a few days, the talk of our arrival came up. He said he knew about the device. He saw it before we hid it and came in. We got defensive, my heart falling. I was terrified. He said that we weren't in trouble. They had experienced a similar thing before when certain experiments had been done, but they had nothing concrete and he wanted to hear my story.
Tired, I explained everything to him. He was excited since this supported his hypothesis. So he led us to a huge room guarded by a military friend of his where there was a huge, formed crystal structure, shaped like a cross, but not growing on one of the zombies. There had been a technology ban in most if the world, so signal producing devices hadn't been around.
He asked for my phone. After everything, I just asked if my friends and I would be guaranteed safe. For now and to the future. He assured it. I used my phone, taking one last look at my family. Memorizing every detail of them and their faces. I flipped through, looking at the pictures of before. I finally handed it over, too tired to shed any tears. He took it and placed it in the structure.
I then woke up feeling satisfied and tired. This had not been a restful sleep. It had also been a bizarrely complete dream, though I am filtering out a bit of dream non-sense. Crazy.
Eventually the electricity in the building was cut and none of us could contact our families any longer. The little building was falling apart, but military finally managed to take us to the first major holding area; a mall that had been organized by a team of local youth groups and pastors as a safe haven. I was reunited with my family there and we had actual food now.
Everything seemed perfect until my parents were using the phone to play a song to calm my sister. I was using a wheel chair as a seat. The phone is what allowed the crystal like structure to grow in and on my family and turn them into horrible zombie monsters. We were away from the others. I managed to get away using the wheel chair and had to watch what was once my family be shot down.
I still kept my phone. It had pictures of the happier times. After a month of grief, two other young adults who had experienced similar reached out to me. We became friends. It was through them I learned that the reason our numbers had been thinning is because they were killing or throwing out to the zombies people who refused to give up their phones and found in possession of a phone after the ban had been placed. The three of us had long ago disabled any sort of wifi or signal producing parts on out phone since there was no issue when taking or looking at pictures. We wanted to remember those we lost.
The pastor's wife of my old church did not and had never liked me. She found reasons to skimp me on our already dwindling food and just be a dick in general to me. We were always being kicked out of restricted places when we tried to enter to kill boredom. Soon a ban was placed on restricted places with a similar consequence as using phones. And the food was essentially gone, but none of the higher ups were willing to admit defeat. Many were uneasy and the thrill of a shopping mall grew sour.
We decided to escape. There was a certain time of day that the crystal structure zombies seemed to become less active, absorbing energy from the sun. We were nearly killed and caught at every corner as we tried to escape. It was only with dumb luck that we got through the area and were able to leave without them gunning us down.
We walked around immobile structures and ran as fast as we could, taking shelter in buildings. They were blind and communicated and detected things using signals that couldn't pass through buildings if there wasn't a way to broadcast their signal inside. So we were safe. We traveled that way, eating what we could, until we reached another colony of people. They took us in and were really nice. They, too were low on food, but they fed us interesting creations. I remember they had a Reese cup there and it was the best thing I had ever eaten at that point after everything.
Once the food was out, there were no Forrest areas or anything to hunt for food around. So we would have to travel as a group. At one point during our stops, we found tanks. The military had been able to fight when the crystal zombies had first arrived and been in their infancy, but they had grown, developed, and multiplied far too much.
During our travels somewhere, I was messing with my phone pocket and it fell on a crystal. I was afraid that it would awaken the creature or be noticed, but neither was the case. I quickly retrieved it and later that night, I noticed the pictures and text were garbled. I forgot to turn it off. The next day, we stayed out too long and the crystal zombies awoke. They killed our group, but they didn't even notice us. We stayed close and traveled until we were in a small, tourist trap place.
We were confused. I then felt my phone vibrate. Indicating low battery. I realized it was on. I wondered if me dropping and screwing up my phone was the reason for us being safe, them taking out their phones to check. We charged it to be sure, using a solar charger we'd stolen from some mall. We then realized we weren't alone. Two gangly teen boys attempted to steal our phones, demon devices away. We fought them off as best we could until they ran out screaming, not mentally right after the almost year of dealing with this. The crystals overtook them outside and attempted to crush our building, until they calmed from their stimulation and continued on.
Over the next day, we tested the theory, and sure enough, my phone made us undetectable. We kept the solar charger plugged in and made our way through the zombies, stopping before dark. I don't know how long we traveled, eating what we could. We arrived, nearly dead, at another shelter.
This one was in a HUMONGOUS mall. There were military and researchers there. As well as religious zealots that had formed a cult. We stayed far away from them. We managed a peaceful, if not mischievous and explorative, existence. There were no stupid bans and the cult, while freaky, was ultimately harmless. It was kept well in check to prevent anything resembling sacrifices from happening.
We became friends with a researcher. He said the development of the cult had been fascinating to watch and a true show of the human nature and how it copes with the unknown.
After a few days, the talk of our arrival came up. He said he knew about the device. He saw it before we hid it and came in. We got defensive, my heart falling. I was terrified. He said that we weren't in trouble. They had experienced a similar thing before when certain experiments had been done, but they had nothing concrete and he wanted to hear my story.
Tired, I explained everything to him. He was excited since this supported his hypothesis. So he led us to a huge room guarded by a military friend of his where there was a huge, formed crystal structure, shaped like a cross, but not growing on one of the zombies. There had been a technology ban in most if the world, so signal producing devices hadn't been around.
He asked for my phone. After everything, I just asked if my friends and I would be guaranteed safe. For now and to the future. He assured it. I used my phone, taking one last look at my family. Memorizing every detail of them and their faces. I flipped through, looking at the pictures of before. I finally handed it over, too tired to shed any tears. He took it and placed it in the structure.
I then woke up feeling satisfied and tired. This had not been a restful sleep. It had also been a bizarrely complete dream, though I am filtering out a bit of dream non-sense. Crazy.
