Sequal to the earlier zombie story thing. I have weird dreams.
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I (different than my experience in my last dream, it's just the person I was experiencing the dream through) was surviving with a group of three friends. It was actually at the end of the zombie/alien invasion that happened in my last dream. M...ost of the alien/zombies had been defeated using the altered signal from the phone. Through satelites and other technologies, the aliens had been vastly reduced and the rest were being fought off mostly on Earth with those who were left in the military trying to set up an aerial defense. It was still a threat to humanity and many humans were still dying due to attacks. Without anyone that could launch a satelite or the means to do so, there was no way to mass get rid of the zombliens.
A defense force had been set up with a means to broadcast the signal in short radiuses and we were part of that with special jackets that were taken off dead military who were killed when first tried to defend against the zombliens when they first arrived. It was me, a very opinionated chubby girl, a lanky girl, and a big built gentle dude that served as a voice of reason for the group. We were traveling through what had been a city responsible for shipping goods, train stations, all that good stuff. We were mostly making sure any ZB bodies we came across were dead. The entire country was slowly but surely being combed, with about 15% of cities declared safe. An initial team would go in during their dormant recharge time and then a following team (our position) would do a sweep of the bodies to make sure none were left behind.
We were scanning and goofing around, making jokes, and the chubby one was doing puppetry with one of the ZB bodies. We told him to stop, he was being a jerk, when the lanky girl told him to stop. Turns out that it hadn't been adequitely scanned. It attacked her and she was brutally injured. Big guy managed to get it off of her and I zapped it and killed it. We didn't know if lanky was still alive or not. We abandoned our post and ran back to HQ. They took her to the hospital tent, which at this point had little to no supplies left. We were asked what happened. Chubby guy kept butting in and interupting our story, getting the blame off of himself. Big guy managed to calm everyone down because I was REALLY mad at chubby. We were dismissed for further instruction later and our scanning gear was taken from us and given to another team to finish the job.
We fought and Big calmed us as we waited in our room. We then lamented over Lanky. Chubby kept saying she'd be fine. I was being more realistic about her chances. Chubby accused me of being a deserter. We kept fighting until Big yelled at us that that was enough. We then found out that we were no longer on scanning duty until Lanky recovered, if she would ever recover. We were transported to another city that wasn't near the coast. There, we were blended into a group of people. They were trying to make some semblance of a government for when we were able to get rid of the ZBs. It wasn't going so well. People had formed many factions and tight knit survival groups and they weren't keen on going back to what we had before now that anarchy was reigning thanks to the ZB invasion.
It was horrible. People arguing, no one getting along, gun fights breaking out, we all missed the days of scanning and fighting the occassional ZB. It was a far easier fight to win. And we had no way to know about Lanky.
After a few months of endless arguing and directing people where to go and only a handful of surviving politicians who cared enough to bring democracy back fighting with every nerd who had been prepped for something like this to happen, we finally received word that Lanky was, in fact, not dead. But we weren't given any word about returning to see her or get our old jobs back. Chubby said we should face it. We were stuck in a dystopian society that had no want to return to order and that it was kinda cool. He hated working real jobs for scraps. I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to get in trouble.
Big said we needed to listen to ourselves. Our friend is better and we're wanting to stay here. He pulled out a scanning device he'd swiped and said that he was going tonight and if we joined him or not was on us. He stormed out. I said he was right, but I wondered what they'd do if we arrived back. We'd seen so many people shot in the name of reforming democracy that I didn't want to go that way. Chubby agreed that it was lame. I waited up to talk to big, but fell asleep before I could.
We woke up and Big was gone. Chubby said good riddance. With the voice of reason gone, chubby became more and more anarchic. He even joined in with the shooting of an opposer. I just kept hoping to hear back from Big or Lanky. One night I was sleeping and Chubby woke me up. He said that a group found a way to start a train and they were taking it forward to a promised land. I asked him what the heck he was talking about. He looked high on something. (I'm leaving out a lot of chaotic details of this place). I followed him out of curiousity, cursing under my breath.
There was sure enough a train with a group of people that all looked about the same as chubby. He commanded me aboard, said I didn't want to be a traitor. They all had guns. I climbed aboard. The train took off into the night. I stood by the window, people shouting around me. I didn't dare sleep. I watched as the night became dawn. The train ran out of steam in another area near a station. We all hoped off. Many of the others looked scared and confused, but not chubby. He commanded us onward ad we took up residence in a nearby town. It was mostly clear of ZBs and there was a shelter that had been built from their bodies. We made shelter in the train and explored for scavenging the next day. There was a series of connected tents by old sheets and fabric where a few arabic families were residing. There were others, but they were the only important ones in the dream.
Chubby made deals with the others by force mostly. All except the arabic group. They weren't intimidated by him. I think he was subconciously intimidated by them because of that, though. He made himself the leader of this random city that a drug high forced him into. On "patrol rounds" that were ordained by him, I chatted with a few of the Arabic members. They were nice. The rest seemed to fear chubby's group. They didn't want trouble at least. And several had suffered deaths with chubby's trigger happy finger.
One night, Chubby came to me. Said it was time for me to take up a gun and that he could trust me. I asked him what he was talking about, we'd been friends for ages, of course he could (chubby reminds me of cartman). He said that that didn't mean anything anymore, it was anarchy. The ZBs weren't the biggest monsters anymore. He thought Big could be trusted and he had ran away, just like Lanky. I didn't bother to argue the point. There was something odd about him. He kinda freaked me out. He gave me a gun. Told me that he had watched me chatting to the Arabic group and that he wanted me to shoot the guy that stood watch over them. I told him no, he was insane. He told me only I could do it and that he needed to gain control. I asked him WHY and he told me that that was none of my business. I refused. I told him no.
He sighed and said that he was wrong about me. He then ordered some of the others, some that weren't starving from lack of food, to assasinate me. I turned and ran out of the train. He had them chase me. I ran and ran. I was looking around frantically. I saw the guy that usually stood watch over the Arabic tent. He motioned me in. I ran inside. He shoved me onto a cushion and covered me with blankets. The boys ran up to the tent and stopped. The guy yelled at them in Arabic and they backed off, turning and running.
He waited until they were long gone and then pulled me up. He told me that I could stay with them. He'd been watching that boy and he was trouble. I said that something was wrong with him; that he wasn't always this way. The guy told me that too much power and freedom will do that to someone. I stayed with them for a few days, but it became increasingly clear that chubby was going to stop at nothing to find me because I was "a traitor." The family was super nice and made sure I was fed and watered. I got up to leave one night, but the man stopped me. He said that now was not the time. I told him I had to because Chubby was going to come to kill me and I didn't want anyone here to get hurt. He told me to wait until morning. He'd been working on a plan.
He told me that there was a town nearby that had a bunch of messengers and people who were more informed than not with other major groups for the country and that they could help me find a place to be safe. He had been working on a costume and he and a few family members were going to escort me as far as they could. He showed me his wife had made an outfit for me that would cover me from head to foot with only my eyes showing and that his sister and her daughter would be wearing similar outfits. They were going to sneak me over, he was going to have a tamborine and his son would also have one, that we were going to dance and act as if it were a special holiday. They knew nothing of their culture, so they'd believe anything. I had seen his wife working on these. It was touching. I cried, asking him why he was helping me so much. He said that there was so much chaos and that someone had to be nice. Someone had to make people trust each other again. He told me to pay it forward and I agreed.
The next day, we set out. His sister's husband took over guard duty as we walked out. We started out dance as he and his son chanted an Arabic song, hitting the tamborines. We danced on toward the next town. Chubby's soldiers watched us warily. They didn't want to mess with us, a mixture of pre-ZB prejudice and not wanting to exert theirselves due to lack of food. We got pretty far when chubby himself showed up, wanting to know what was going on. The man spoke Arabic. He demanded that the women take off their outfits. His son spoke English and said no, against culture. Chubby held out a gun and said that he bet dying was against their culture. Guy yelled something in Arabic and then punched Chubby. Chubby held up the gun and attacked back, not firing. (out of bullets, guy assumes this, girl has no idea). Sister and her daughter grabbed me and ran as the men fought off Chubby. Chubby's soldiers stood back, barely helping.
I heard a gunshot. I paused, but sister and daughter kept me running. They ran with me until I could see the radio antenna for the next town. They wished me luck and passed me a bag of food to help me out. I thanked them and continued forward. When I reached the town, I folded my cover clothes up and put them in the bag.
Working at the antenna were two girls (the two from the previous story, one of them died in that dream, I forgot that detail) (which makes this the same city the last one ended in). I told them my story and the one girl (me from last dream) gave me a big hug. They used this information for me while I slept more than I ever had in the safety of what appeared to had been a mall. I woke and devoured the food in the bag, starving. There was also a note of encouragement. I cried at that. Days passed and I found out that Big had been reached. I was so happy to hear they were safe. Lanky had made a surprising full recovery. Big was gaunt but was more or less fine. I wondered where they were, but the information of their location hadn't reached me. I'm glad we were actually documented workers so that info was available.
After a long expanse of time, I was poked awake. A familiar poke. I woke up to see Lanky and Big standing over me. I hugged them, so happy to see them. We caught up, then I had to tell them about Chubby and what was happening. They both looked at me and we talked about it. We had to do something about it. The dream started to get hazy here. We went to chubby and confronted him bc it was our responsibility. Then he shot Bigs, he came to, realized what he'd done and shot himself. I slept from 3 pm one day to 8 am the next...soooo long dream.
