There was a zombie outbreak. For the first few nights, we stayed quiet. Huddled in one room constantly looking out for every little noise that made us jump. Checking our phones and computers for news updates every once in a while. We lived in an apartment next to a train track. A couple of days past. One day, there was this huge machine that smashed into our apartment building, but no zombies came up. I quickly got my sister to pump air into my bicycle tires, my mom, grandma and I were to pack what we needed into 2 luggages. (Sister disappeared from the dream after this and dad never appeared)
Soon we found ourselves rushing out of our house, going down the stairs to the carpark which was apparently attached to our building in this dream. I could see our neighbours in their homes, one family still playing board games while others were rushing around.
We started running through the carpark down to the ground floor ( I think some thing was chasing us and grandma got caught) and ended up in a small market nearby. I went straight into a shop that sold collectables. Got a knife and a sword for ourselves.
Zombies were coming towards everyone. My mom and I ran towards a train (different from the previous one) and got on it. I suggested living on an island that is secluded and hopefully we won't encounter any zombies there. She agreed.
Then I woke up.
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