The bunker had a huge, Virtue's Last Reward-esque warehouse door that had a steep basin cut into the floor in case zombies ever broke through (they'd fall into the hole and we'd be able to take care of them without getting close). Beyond that was a cluster of buildings and roads meshed intricately, in the arrangement and colours of a bismuth crystal.
I remember distinctly that the virus had broken through. I started the dream at the edge of the basin (I can't think of a good word for it, essentially it was a giant rectangular space dipped into the floor to hold zombies, like a hole where people are buried alive). Peering down, I saw the pile of writhing, rotting bodies had gotten to nearly the halfway height of the hole. I knew eventually they'd plane out and be able to get into the bunker city--but ultimately, it didn't matter, because people were already succumbing inside of the city.
The dream gets vague here. I know I brought a group of people out of the bunker by sneaking through the warehouse door. I can't remember all the people in my dream, but two girls, a 12-year-old with long black hair and an older teen whose appearance kept shifting, were with me consistently. I distinctly remember being a man, older--in his thirties, perhaps--and with shattered nerves, I brought everyone through a meandering, steam-piped lined tunnels. I didn't know where we were going. We took any path we could until we found the rusted rungs of a wall ladder, and emerged out of what felt like a manhole.
Instead of coming out on a street, we breathed in the crisp, snowy air at the top of a sky scraper. I inched to the edge of the skyscraper, where there was the gray, dismal scene of the ruined city before me. Snow billowed through the valleys made by the skyscrapers, and I could see mountains in the distance, faded and sturdy. I peered at the streets below, which were not too far away. I could see some non-infected people scurrying about, alert for any zombies that may intercept them as they struggled to survive the winter.
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| A dark red, with white stripes; the towers were roughly the size of houses, and were oddly free of snow. They gave me a sick feeling. |
I rushed my group to a series of electrical wire, where we slid down with kerchiefs (or something, I just know we slid down the wires somehow). There was a great sense of urgency for we knew the army had been notified of our escape. I was last to go, and I kicked a metal sheet into the face of a soldier as he tried to grab me. Off I went, zooming down the wire. Below, I could see something disturbing: weird towers had sprouted around the city, as large as houses, in a strange shape. I can't describe it, so I'll draw it and attach it here. There were at least fifteen of them at first glance, stark red-and-white against the gray. I shuddered, landing in a snowy cliff with the rest of my group.
We trekked up the cliff to the edge of a suburb. Suddenly, I turned around to look at the landscape of buildings behind us. I saw soldiers of two different factions meet and clash, and I turned around with a sense of foreboding, pushing the girls onward. We rounded the wooden-fenced backyard of a suburban house, where I saw a soldier trek out with a rifle. In panic, I ran into the house.
The house was dark. Before me lay a packed walkway that led into the kitchen, which was just around the corner. Canned peaches, shelves stacked full, and a messy floor. To my left, a stairwell with one steep staircase shooting upwards, the room painted a sharp chartreuse green. I avoided the staircase, feeling like it was such a bizarre sight that I couldn't trust it. I traversed the house, going upstairs, looking for a place to hide. For some reason, the upstairs were lit, all the lights on in all rooms. I started turning off the lights to hide myself until I got into a bedroom of a 20-something year old man with curly brown hair. The room had lots of electronics, a monitor with a game on, music running through the speakers. Like the apocalypse hadn't hit, this room was so normal that I felt completely on-edge.
I turned around and the man had returned, startled to see me in his room. I made a slicing motion with my hands, and I decapitated him. More specifically, I cut half his head off. He crumpled in the hallway, bleeding onto the carpet.
Panicked anew, I descended the stairs. The kitchen was lit again, and I ran straight into a young pregnant woman. She looked surprise, and I felt despair, wondering if she was his wife. She didn't know I just killed her husband. I begged her to keep quiet and hide me from the soldiers, and she shoved me into the hall of the green staircase, hushing me. The soldiers knocked on the door as I climbed the stairs, only to remerge into the man's bedroom--it was a shortcut. Startled, I ran into the hallway; his body was gone. I heard the soldiers climbing up the main staircase and, once they were effectively upstairs, I went down the green stairs again and bolted out of the house.
Three soldiers tailed me. A tall, bald man with tribal tattoos along his right jaw, gaunt-cheeked and hook-nosed. A slender Asian woman with dark lips, her hair cut blunt to her chin with sharp bangs. A brunette caucasian sniper with a cowboy hat and a kerchief tied around his nose, so that I could only see his sharp gray eyes. Each of them brandished a different type of gun that I don't know (because I don't know guns; I thought the bald man had an AK47 and the lady had a submachine gun, but I'm not sure).
The sniper lay on the snowy roof, trying to take me out. I narrowly dodge the bullets from all three, and desperately try to slice them the way I did to the man. It didn't work the first few times until I finally decapitated the sniper, and began to shred the bald man and lady into pieces. They were laughing as they fell to their knees, and eventually, they splattered like cut ham over the snow.
I dove back into the house. Somehow, the pregnant woman had guests over for Christmas. I asked her for supplies and she gave them to me in a plastic bag, until I asked her for a backpack. She got me one of my own backpacks (the black one with little roses printed on it). Suspiciously, she asked me how I knew how to get into her house through the kitchen, and I gestured something vaguely about how the "front" of her house had no visible door, so I came in through the side.
The dream ended as I ran out to the slushy street, rejoining my group. I woke up before anything else could happen. To my surprise, this morning, my street had become covered in the same level of snow as my dream. How spooky!
