The final part to the dreams I've been having. I suggest you read the other two parts, if you don't want to be too confused.
But then again, it's a dream, so there'll probably be some confusing parts.
I woke up, unaware that it was dark, and somehow warm. I looked around and saw that I was laying next to a campfire with my shotgun on my side away from the fire. We were a few miles away from town, by a large lake. It was my friend who woke me up, because she was at one of my sides shaking me, muttering "wake up"
I looked at her groggily, and she pointed at a shadowy figure leaving the town. The figure was walking steadily, with no shuffle, so I assumed it was "human". I told her that I'd take over watch for her, she needed some rest, and she obliged.
I took my shotgun and sat with my back to the campfire, watching as the figure moved closer and closer to our campsite.
Damn, he must've noticed the campfire, I thought as I readied my shotgun, in case I had to defend myself... or her.
When the figure walked into my view, I noticed he looked familiar. It was another friend, somehow unharmed, yet also unarmed, walking up to me and smiling.
"Hey, buddy, what's up?" he said, casually as always. I explained everything up to that point, believing that what those men in the factory were saying was true.
Then I asked him, "How come you don't have a single scratch on you?",
and he explained what had happened to him.
He told me that he waited in his place (which he had boarded up) for a while, keeping an ear out for the gunshots and screams. When they died down, he gathered what he could and left town. He encountered very few zombies on the way, the ones he did encounter didn't see him, so he snuck away. As soon as he left the town, he saw a small light that was our campfire, and headed toward it, hoping it would be someone he knew.
"And now, here I am," He finished. He waited a few seconds, then said "I'd prefer you put your shotgun down, now."
I turned my shotgun away from him, and made a gesture for him to sit down. He put his pack down, and sat down next to it. I turned toward mine, and pulled out a handgun. I tossed it to him and told him to keep it within reach, in case we see more of "them".
After a few uneventful hours, the sun's first rays poked out in the distance. My other friend woke up, and we all packed up after a short introduction.
"So, where to?" the man asked, and I told him we were going to find a working car, then head into the nearby desert. I had a feeling that we'd find out more there.
We followed the road for a while, hoping to find an abandoned car, when we saw someone driving a truck up in the distance. The three of us stuck out our thumbs, and the truck stopped a few feet in front of us. As we walked up, I nodded to my friend, and she took out her submachine gun and moved behind us.
The driver was a middle aged man with a baseball cap and a beerbelly. He looked at us. "Where ya headed?" he asked, and we told him we were heading towards town. He told us to get in. I hopped in the passenger's seat, and the other two hopped into the bed of the truck with our bags. My friend took the submachine gun and aimed it at the window by my head. Her eyes widened as she pulled and held onto the trigger. I ducked my head, and the window smashed open as the bullets sprayed towards the truck driver's head. He was hit three times in the back of the head until he slumped forward, dead. The truck swayed left and right, until I got the driver's side door opened and pushed the dead man out. Once that was done, I took his place and closed the door, then turned the truck around, towards the desert.
As we drove through the desert, we saw dead bodies scattered, all dressed in fatigues. They looked as if they were shot to death. We followed the path, looking for someone who was living, and saw a large platform with a crowd of people moving slowly and unsteadily. They were dressed the same as the corpses lining the path we just took. Surely they were undead, so the girl jumped out the bed of the truck and sent a spray of bullets at them. Several of them crumpled and fell to the ground before she ran out of ammo, but more of them remained steady and headed toward the truck. The man jumped out with his handgun and began to fire at the remaining ones, as I took my shotgun and fired at the ones headed toward the girl, who was reloading. Once she reloaded, she sent another spray out, and took out the ones remaining. We checked their pockets and found more ammo, then headed toward the platform. We saw another corpse there, his bones nearly picked clean. It seemed he was eaten alive, and suffered a slow and painful death. In his hand, he held an empty handgun, and there were a couple of the zombie corpses around him, so he put up a little bit of a fight.
We heard footsteps walking on the platform behind us, and turned around, weapons raised. We saw a hooded man in black robes, with a large hammer in his hand. He sat down on the platform with a thud, and crossed his legs.
"Guns down," the hooded man said. "I've got a story to tell, and you're going to be my audience." We put our guns down, not wanting to, but there was a quality about him that made him seem very... persuasive.
Once our guns were on the ground, the hooded man started:
"The world as it once was...was a horrible place. We didn't have the monsters we've got now, but there was a different kind of monster overpopulating the earth. That monster was man, who destroyed this planet's land to create what they wanted. They enslaved our wildlife, using them to entertain themselves at those marvelous creatures' expenses. Worst of all, they had no respect towards each other. With this hammer of mine, I smashed open a container, containing what magic I've saved up over the last seventy years, and turned the wicked ones into savage beings, as you like to call 'zombies'. They will tear each other apart until there are few left. Unfortunately, they'll also tear apart the ones who did no 'wrong', and those that aren't torn apart by them, will have most likely killed themselves by now."
"But what about those other two men?" I asked. "The ones working for the government? They claimed to have started the whole thing."
The hooded man scoffed and explained, "Those two somehow found a way to treat themselves before they got the worst of it. They saw what had happened, and wanted all the credit. I thank you and the girl for taking care of them, but now.... I must take care of you three."
He held one wrinkled hand out at us, and we all reached for our guns, then pointed them at each other.
"Now, pull the trigger. All of you"
And we did. Luckily, the death was quick and painless.
The man chuckled and walked off into the desert, leaving the corpses to the vultures.
But then again, it's a dream, so there'll probably be some confusing parts.
I woke up, unaware that it was dark, and somehow warm. I looked around and saw that I was laying next to a campfire with my shotgun on my side away from the fire. We were a few miles away from town, by a large lake. It was my friend who woke me up, because she was at one of my sides shaking me, muttering "wake up"
I looked at her groggily, and she pointed at a shadowy figure leaving the town. The figure was walking steadily, with no shuffle, so I assumed it was "human". I told her that I'd take over watch for her, she needed some rest, and she obliged.
I took my shotgun and sat with my back to the campfire, watching as the figure moved closer and closer to our campsite.
Damn, he must've noticed the campfire, I thought as I readied my shotgun, in case I had to defend myself... or her.
When the figure walked into my view, I noticed he looked familiar. It was another friend, somehow unharmed, yet also unarmed, walking up to me and smiling.
"Hey, buddy, what's up?" he said, casually as always. I explained everything up to that point, believing that what those men in the factory were saying was true.
Then I asked him, "How come you don't have a single scratch on you?",
and he explained what had happened to him.
He told me that he waited in his place (which he had boarded up) for a while, keeping an ear out for the gunshots and screams. When they died down, he gathered what he could and left town. He encountered very few zombies on the way, the ones he did encounter didn't see him, so he snuck away. As soon as he left the town, he saw a small light that was our campfire, and headed toward it, hoping it would be someone he knew.
"And now, here I am," He finished. He waited a few seconds, then said "I'd prefer you put your shotgun down, now."
I turned my shotgun away from him, and made a gesture for him to sit down. He put his pack down, and sat down next to it. I turned toward mine, and pulled out a handgun. I tossed it to him and told him to keep it within reach, in case we see more of "them".
After a few uneventful hours, the sun's first rays poked out in the distance. My other friend woke up, and we all packed up after a short introduction.
"So, where to?" the man asked, and I told him we were going to find a working car, then head into the nearby desert. I had a feeling that we'd find out more there.
We followed the road for a while, hoping to find an abandoned car, when we saw someone driving a truck up in the distance. The three of us stuck out our thumbs, and the truck stopped a few feet in front of us. As we walked up, I nodded to my friend, and she took out her submachine gun and moved behind us.
The driver was a middle aged man with a baseball cap and a beerbelly. He looked at us. "Where ya headed?" he asked, and we told him we were heading towards town. He told us to get in. I hopped in the passenger's seat, and the other two hopped into the bed of the truck with our bags. My friend took the submachine gun and aimed it at the window by my head. Her eyes widened as she pulled and held onto the trigger. I ducked my head, and the window smashed open as the bullets sprayed towards the truck driver's head. He was hit three times in the back of the head until he slumped forward, dead. The truck swayed left and right, until I got the driver's side door opened and pushed the dead man out. Once that was done, I took his place and closed the door, then turned the truck around, towards the desert.
As we drove through the desert, we saw dead bodies scattered, all dressed in fatigues. They looked as if they were shot to death. We followed the path, looking for someone who was living, and saw a large platform with a crowd of people moving slowly and unsteadily. They were dressed the same as the corpses lining the path we just took. Surely they were undead, so the girl jumped out the bed of the truck and sent a spray of bullets at them. Several of them crumpled and fell to the ground before she ran out of ammo, but more of them remained steady and headed toward the truck. The man jumped out with his handgun and began to fire at the remaining ones, as I took my shotgun and fired at the ones headed toward the girl, who was reloading. Once she reloaded, she sent another spray out, and took out the ones remaining. We checked their pockets and found more ammo, then headed toward the platform. We saw another corpse there, his bones nearly picked clean. It seemed he was eaten alive, and suffered a slow and painful death. In his hand, he held an empty handgun, and there were a couple of the zombie corpses around him, so he put up a little bit of a fight.
We heard footsteps walking on the platform behind us, and turned around, weapons raised. We saw a hooded man in black robes, with a large hammer in his hand. He sat down on the platform with a thud, and crossed his legs.
"Guns down," the hooded man said. "I've got a story to tell, and you're going to be my audience." We put our guns down, not wanting to, but there was a quality about him that made him seem very... persuasive.
Once our guns were on the ground, the hooded man started:
"The world as it once was...was a horrible place. We didn't have the monsters we've got now, but there was a different kind of monster overpopulating the earth. That monster was man, who destroyed this planet's land to create what they wanted. They enslaved our wildlife, using them to entertain themselves at those marvelous creatures' expenses. Worst of all, they had no respect towards each other. With this hammer of mine, I smashed open a container, containing what magic I've saved up over the last seventy years, and turned the wicked ones into savage beings, as you like to call 'zombies'. They will tear each other apart until there are few left. Unfortunately, they'll also tear apart the ones who did no 'wrong', and those that aren't torn apart by them, will have most likely killed themselves by now."
"But what about those other two men?" I asked. "The ones working for the government? They claimed to have started the whole thing."
The hooded man scoffed and explained, "Those two somehow found a way to treat themselves before they got the worst of it. They saw what had happened, and wanted all the credit. I thank you and the girl for taking care of them, but now.... I must take care of you three."
He held one wrinkled hand out at us, and we all reached for our guns, then pointed them at each other.
"Now, pull the trigger. All of you"
And we did. Luckily, the death was quick and painless.
The man chuckled and walked off into the desert, leaving the corpses to the vultures.
