I had a zombie dream a while back. There were three of us in an urban setting, moving from alley to alley, trying to conserve ammo and avoid being seen.
These were the slow lumbering zombies, so it wasn't too hard to dodge them when needed.
After moving through the city for a while, we ran into another group that was loading supplies into the bed of a pickup. They were glad to see others had survived and offered us a ride outta town.
But that's where things got a little strange.
We needed to stop for gas, and at the station, lo and behold, some zombies came out from the shadows.
Just when we were about open fire a couple started waving their arms and shouting "DON'T SHOOT! DON'T SHOOT! We want to help you!"
We kept our guard as they moved toward the truck. One of them claimed to be the owner of the station and he'd fill our tank for us no charge.
Hmmm, well they weren't attacking so we figured what the hell. Still kept our guard up uf course.
While at the pump one tried to start a conversation with me. Something like " We're not like those others. Sure, we hunger for live brains just like them, but we formed a support group to deal with the cravings."
Well, sure enough, they topped of our tank and let us go without a scratch.
Then things got a little weirder. On the way out of town we came up to a zombie road block. Then looked behind us. More zombies.
We're all thinking "IT'S A TRAP"!
But again they threw their arms up begging us not to shoot. Hmmmm.
The ones at the roadblock were waving us to come forward. Shit. Well maybe they're ok just like at the gas station.
As we pull up a cop zombie walks to the truck and tells our driver to show a licence and proof of insurance before he'd let us by.
Cop zombie started giving him a hard time about his insurance card being expired. As he was fumbling around trying to find his current one, my alarm clock went off and I woke up.