I warn you this is long. It's finally stopped recurring but I had this dream about 8 or 9 times, remembering a little more detail each time.
For some bizarre reason I am out at 1 or 2 AM, having made a late night trip for something and I can never remember what. I'm coming back home and I stop at the intersection near my home where two highways intersect. Suddenly I see a Tahoe the oncoming lane veer to its left (my right) and it broadsides a passenger car, an Altima I think.
Immediately I put on my emergency blinkers and I try to call 911 three times but the first two times my phone acts like it can't get reception. The third time it rings 12 times before cutting off. Flustered, I drive through a red light and onto the roadside some 60 feet from the crash.
That's when I notice that the Tahoe's doors are open and there's no one in the cab, but the Altima is wrapped around the Tahoe like a banana and the engine compartment is on fire. There's someone inside. I try to open the door and drag the person out but the door is locked.
I open my toolbox and grab my gloves and a 36" wrecker bar I keep in there and not knowing what else to do, I knock the glass out of the back window, which takes 6 or 7 whacks for some reason, and I'm able to open the door and get inside, where I unlock the passenger side door. I slip out of the car and open the other door and I'm about to drag that person out when suddenly there's someone standing on either side of me.
I start to say something when suddenly the person behind me jumps inside the now open passenger door and I can hear a scream coming from inside. The other person throws his hands up in the air and he's holding a severed arm and then comes running at me.
For some reason I have my 686, that's a Smith and Wesson .357 Magnum revolver for you gun illiterate types, and the only thing I know to do is draw and fire. I don't have time to bring a light into the situation. The muzzle flash blinds me and makes me twitch, but the advancing figure suddenly stops and hunkers down, but gets back up again.
I shoot it again in the COM and it keeps coming. So then I shoot it in the pelvis and it falls over forward. Then the thing starts crawling forward towards me with its arms. Not knowing what else to do I take careful aim and shoot it in the head and it finally stops moving.
In the meantime I realize there's still another one in the cab and I get my light out of my pocket. As it emerges I can clearly see it's a zombie. I level my sights on the brainpan and fire a single action shot, and I see gore splatter on the glass of the car door.
From here it gets a bit hazy. I drive back home and see people wandering the streets and they're all zombies. I get back to my apartment complex and I see zombies wandering around everywhere, but they're widely dispersed. Boldly I drive to my building and use my truck as a battering ram.
For the moment my surroundings are clear of zombies. I have my 642, which is a .38 caliber revolver made by Smith and Wesson for you gun illiterate types, and I'm otherwise out of ammunition save for a single round left in my other revolver. Which is weird because normally I don't carry my 686, and I always have one speed strip when I carry my .38.
Anyway I realize that a 642 isn't a very good anti zombie weapon as it's difficult for me personally to make headshots on a moving target with. I load the .38 special cartridges into my larger revolver.
I take my door key off the key ring and leave the truck unlocked and running. I then back up the stairs part way so that I'm as close to my door as possible.
Anyway I run inside and lock the door. I see a couple of zombies a short distance away when I look out the window. I quickly grab my survival backpack, which for some weird reason isn't in the truck already, I open the door, and I throw it in the bed of the truck.
I manage to spend about an hour throwing all sorts of crap back there. Ammunition, guns, food, water, batteries, first aid, clothes, towels... I don't get everything but I realize I'm not coming back.
Anyway I go out and there's three zombies waiting for me. I carefully take aim and hit the first one dead on and it falls over limp. The second one starts coming at me but it's very slow and I squeeze off a one shot kill again. The third zombie hasn't turned around yet. I make a run for it and jump in the truck and close and lock the door. The third zombie scrapes its nails across my window.
It's about 3 AM, and I do something I normally wouldn't otherwise do. I drive to Walmart. I don't know why I drive to Walmart because that would be a stupid idea. But in my dream I do and I guess that would make for a better movie.
There's about 5 or 6 zombies shambling around the parking lot and I run them all over. I then realize that if I go in through the front entrace that's where most of the zombies will be.
I stop at the gas pump and I fill up my tank and my gas can.
I grab a shopping cart and throw it in the bed of the truck too. I load two rifles, one of which is my .22, and grab the 3 foot wrecking bar from my toolbox. I manage to break into the auto parts department entrance somehow. That part is fuzzy.
Anyway sporting goods is right there. I see three zombies and I carefully pick them off with my .22, and the zombies on the far side of the store don't respond to the noise so apparently my idea works.
I start stealing crap. I grab every long gun on the rack and all the ammunition that will fit in the cart. I even crack open the knife case and the optics case and steal like crazy.
I dump that all and then I go back and steal all sorts of flashlights, camping equipment, and anything else I can get my hands on.
The next trip I go to automotive and I steal oil, filters, belts, and empty gas cans.
I make one more run and grab water, trail mix, granola, cereal, anything I can get my hands on. I have to stop and kill one zombie wearing a Walmart uniform with my wrecker bar.
This takes about 3-4 hours and the sun is starting to come up. The reality finally sets in when I see that a mass of humanity has broken the front doors down and is raiding the store. I drop the cart and run for the truck. I get there and take off just as people come running out and yelling at me, realizing I took almost all of the guns. I don't know for the life of me why I'd take more than 12 or 13.
The traffic on the highway is absurd for the time of morning but I drive off anyway, realizing that there's too many zombies here to stay. Eerily, once I get about an hour away from town, everything is calm and peaceful.
I stop at a gas station, rifle in hand, and check it out carefully. It's pay at the pump so I fill all the gas cans and top off the tank. I elect not to go in the store.
I see crew cab 4WD pickup truck on the side of the road. There's a corpse laying next to it and I shoot it in the head. I go to check it out and it's a late model Chevrolet with only 38,000 miles on it. The keys are in the dead man's pocket and the tank is full. It's an agonizing decision because I know the gas mileage is going to suck on this thing, but it's got a heavy suspension and skid plates and a heavy duty brushguard. I pop the hood and realize I'm not a mechanic but it looks good. The fluid levels are all set and the tire pressure is good too.
I take the time to transfer supplies and actually organize things a little bit as I do so. I work frantically but it still takes two hours because I need everything in my toolbox and this other truck doesn't even have a tool box. I have to unmount mine and drag into the bed of the other truck. I drive my truck off the road a bit where you can't see it from the highway and steal the new ride.
It continues on but it's still hazy. It actually kind of frightens me that the first thing I do when the zombies invade is go steal someone else's property. I realize it's a dream, but then again I suppose if there really were zombies I don't know what I'd do.