I had the most horrible nightmare.
I dreamed the Zombies became self aware, learned to communicate and plan. And they’d used this ability, in addition to superior numbers, to breech the stone walls of our compound. I dreamed they swarmed in before we realized what they’d done, and were devouring our band of terrified survivors.
I dreamed there was nothing we could do.
But when I awoke and ran to the window, I was relieved to find it was just a dream.
Still outside, the same mindless, ravenous hoard that’d killed and eaten everyone I’d ever cared about.