The reason we love zombie stories so much is that we can usually easily identify with a character in the plot. We can use the undead and the types of scenarios they create as a tool to help portray what kind of person they are and exactly how far they are willing to go to survive.
But what if you ARE one of the characters?
I’m pretty sure I had a lucid dream. I could control my actions, but I couldn’t wake up. I could make decisions while thinking something completely different. Tonight, I learned that I can still keep my people safe, even through fear, even when they betray my trust, and even when I’m so full of hurt and sadness that I’m not sure I’m one of the good guys.
I hate to get graphic, but killing a dog with your bare hands, even if it’s going to rip your face open, is still hard to do, and will forever be ingrained in the actions I have done, even if it was a dream. The sense of emptiness your life has when all civilization has gone and you are left with only the drive to survive… I feel I have truly felt that.