My dream started off with my friend Nate and I signing up for a nerd club. It was a telescope club and the first day we went out, it was cloudy and we
were pissed. We laughed about how stupid this club was to begin with, but waited until night two to see if we would see anything cool.
Again, the second night was a wash, but after dropping Nate off at his house and on the way back to my house, out the window I started seeing some
strange human behaviors.
I search the Internet on my phone and see story after story of "zombie like encounters" all over the US.
I call Nate and attempt to ask if he'd seen or heard, but before I could finish my sentence. He had confirmed my thoughts. and said to grab my gear
and head his way in an hour.
It's real, zombies are here and it's time to prepare.
I get home, explain the situation to my girl and fill my paintball backpack with food and weapons, I grab my girl and We head out... I've got jeans
on, a gray long sleeved shirt and t-shirt on over that. My black baseball cap on backwards and my leather coat tied to the backpack for armor when
I've got a sword sticking out the top (sheath between backpack and my back) sharpened shovel tied to the side, knives, etc...
My girl and I run into a group of fellow hunters, trade stories for a moment, and they end up stealing some of my stuff. One thing in particular, my
paintball gun which I had intended to convert into a more effective weapon.
They did however accidentally leave two pretty badass knives behind, so I wasn't too upset.
We catch up with Nate who also had put together a decent zombie fighting survival pack.
Our first mission is to go get to our kids, who happen to be at their mothers houses.
We grab his parents SUV (for some reason he wasn't at his house, but rather his parents) because I drive a convertible and that's not good for
And before it really gets badass, I wake up!