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I was sitting home alone on a stormy evening. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door, which struck me as odd since no one was supposed to be home for another two hours. So I sat still and pretended not to hear anything, but the knock came again. The air around me became cold and lifeless. As if I was inhaling chalk. Then I heard it, the sharp bullet fire followed by the cracking of wood. The door hinge dropped lifelessly to the floor, followed by the door itself. Then a man wearing all black was in its place. Immediately I sprung up and lunged for the back door, but the man was trailing at my heels. Then as if I had went through a wormhole of time I was running through the slummy streets of a crime filled city, the fiend still close behind. I’m running so fast my feet don’t feel a part of my body anymore, I sharply turn but am reluctant to find myself trapped in a dead end alleyway. As I frantically turn he has the gun pointed to my forehead, before he gets the chance to shoot I’m jolted awake.

People are getting diseases and turned into zombies. My friend and I are stuck in the same household with a bunch of other kids that are sick, but we're not. This one guy that's in charge is also sick and is beginning to turn into a zombie. My friend and I go to the basement to find guns to kill the ones that are turning to zombies. We find some but when we shoot, it turns out that they are water guns! We go in the basement and find a box of Kleenex that says "OPEN". We open it and there's a gun! We see the guy that's in charge go digging for something in the basement, so we hide. I take aim and shoot, but nothing comes out again. He panics and takes off the seat on the exercising bike. The gun's in there! My other friend takes it away from him and shoots him. It's the real gun. The funny thing is that I have had this dream before. In this dream I was looking for the gun because I remembered the area where it was from the previous dream I had.

I was in a hotel having dinner with family and friends and then suddenly outside some gun shots and people gathering. Hotel closed down immediately. All chaos and there was a small child that i was trying to hold on to. DOnt know whose child (as I dont have any). Walking back home with my dad and then see car passing by damaged with gun shots. Further walking ahead on the road in the night with my dad going home... see a big open truck with white bed and soo much of blood and then another vehicle passing by with somebody on the bed and stabbing someone to death... it left me soo much disturbed... donno why. I havent watched any movies or havent been out either of late.

In a small city with my fiance in the evening he hurt his finger so we drove back behind storage units and a man in a plaid shirt on a forklift tried to hurt us until my fiance explained he was hurt The man took us back behind a building into a shambled house that smelled strongly of mold. He fixed my fiances finger and said he had one day to live. We went back to our house and my fiance kept getting worse and we laid down on the bed his head in my lap and I laid there with him till sunrise and then looked down at him and said "when you die,I'm going with you" and I put a gun to my head.

I was in a big room with lots of people. A guy with a large gun came in demanding money from a man standing next to me. I stood up and the guy with the gun starts shooting me. First shot in my stomach, second my right arm, in my wrist. I got shot about 10 times however there was no blood. And no one seemed over concerned. We were kept there over night. I could feel myself getting weaker and needing to go to the hospital . I kept walking to find a hospital and I told them I'd been shot but every one seemed to blow it off.

With my boyfriend s in the evening he got bitten on his finger so we drove back behind storage units and a man on a forklift tried to hurt us until my boyfriend explained he was hurt The man took us back behind a building into a shambled house that smelled strongly of mold. He fixed my boyfriend s finger and said he had one day to live. We went back to our house and my boyfriend was getting sicker and we laid down on the bed his head in my lap and I laid there with him till sunrise and then looked down at him and said when you die,I am going with you and I put a gun to my head.

The zombie apocalypse has happened overnight, i have myy boyfriend and father with me. i'm smart enough to have both a gun (9mm to be exact) and a bow knife. my dad's friend/employer (exists in the waking world) brought him an assault rifle, dad was nervous about having it. i don't have much else in my pack. we take shelter in my dad's appartment (doesn't actually exist in the waking world) but my boyfriend and i were so curious we went out to do some exploring. it being so early in the apocalypse, there weren't many of the undead, just enough to worry me. we didn't pick up any supplies and almost got attacked but someone else became zombie bait. we stop on a farm and watch a small herd of zombies get napalmed via the government. we trekked back to my dad's appartment which was worse than when we'd left. i did some nervous walking around in the building and stumbled upon a large room of survivors amongst them my aunt and cousin. i was crying with joy when i realized i didn't have either of my weapons on me. i went upstairs and checked my bag but no luck there either. night is falling and i fear how i'm going to protect my family, i'm acutely aware of how vulnerable we are, especially with the group of survivors downstairs. then i wake up with the residue of bad dream on my tongue.

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