Zombie dreams continued! Think you have a scarier dream? submit it blah blah blah!..

My dream started like many others with the familiar surroundings of my small home, situated on a busy highway. My 2 year old son was outside playing in his sand pit and I was taking clothes from the clothes line, when all of a sudden I heard the unmistakable sound of a car crash. I raced outside to check on my son, who was unfazed by the noise and continued to check out the crash. Two cars had hit head on making the vehicles veer off to the side of road. A few passers-by had stopped to help with the situation, so I decided not to get involved. And I went back to the clothes on the clothes line.

I had just finished and went inside for a moment to put the clothes away and as I went to check on my son, I heard a strange noise. Someone was rattling the fence. I walked outside to find a man with gashes across his face pushing and pulling the gate. I asked him if he needed any help, or if I should call him an ambulance but he didn’t respond. I saw 2 women approaching behind him, they seemed fine. I was about to ask them what the hell was going on when the latch on gate clicked open and all three ran at me! They moaned, gurgled and made low animalistic noises as they came running towards me when I realized their eyes where inhumanly empty. These people where Zombies. Grabbing, scratching and gnashing their teeth I fought them off as best I could when I realized one of the women wasn’t nearby.

My heart fell into my stomach when I heard my son yell “Mummy!!!” Doing everything to my power with no avail I was backed into the corner of my yard, defenseless but still fighting. I watched the woman grab my little boy by the arm, the haunting echoing of his frightened screams making my heart race; she bends down and rips a chunk of his arm with her teeth. Blood begins to rapidly empty from his small body as he screams and jerks away trying to escape. The man grabs me, I was distracted for too long. Now I too have been bitten, I assume the worst is going to come and know I will turn shortly. All feels lost. I keep fighting trying to make a break to get to my baby but still no luck.

He’s laying on the ground now, the woman hovering over him as she begins to chomp and rip at his small stomach. I watch his small body, nerves still twitching as she busts him open, I see his small organs protruding and want to look away, but can’t. I’m memorized as she begins to devour him. The nearby woman takes another chunk of my flesh. Blood is gushing from these bites, I feel my strength fading, the virus spreads quickly and then everything fades to black.

I reanimate lying in the middle of my yard. The man has feasted on most of my right arm. Both woman seemingly lost their appetite and are wandering aimlessly through the yard. I slowly and clumsily stand make my way over to my son. I kneel down and stroke his lightly blood smeared face with my left hand. His eyes still lazily open and hollow; he is dead. I’m not his mother anymore and have an insatiable hunger. I bend lower for a taste, and indulge on his young fresh corpse.