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Darel in the Zombie Apocalypse

Me and a large group of people live in this big school, post-zombie apocalypse. The last good night, Dean sleeps between two girls on a large bed, another guy on the other side of one of the girls. I insist on sleeping between Dean and the girl in the middle, basically inserting myself in the center of the bed. We all lay there still and awkward. I try to turn over so my back is facing Dean, but he just sharply tells me that he gets the point, and now stop.
That’s the last calm moment. Next thing we know explosions and gun fire sound all around us. Everyone scatters, separates, like rodents desperately running for safety. I barely make it outside. I run to the tree line, and run into Darel. We decide to stick together. Both of us needing sleep, he teaches me how to sleep in the snowbanks. He tells me the areas in the snow that are purple, blue, and green are the best. Once we’re settled he hands me a beer.
While we rest I ask Darel to tell me what the hell happened, who attacked. He tells me that a group, the majority really, of the people that lived in our little safe haven decided it was time for a regime change. They were killing anyone loyal to the old rules and made rules for themselves. They were deadly and brutal, creating a society of cut throats.
After our brief rest, me and Darel sneak back inside the building- planning on getting supplies and maybe decipher the situation. We go into this part of the building that is a woman’s apartment. I go to the bedroom closet to get blankets. A little, old, black and white dog follows me around curiously. Darel shouts to me to run, dashing out the back sliding glass doors himself. I look out the doorway of the bedroom and see that woman and man that live here have come home. I can’t get to the door in time before they walk through. I have to hide in a clothes rack in the corner of the living room. I barely get under the clothes when they get inside. Because she’s of dwarfed height, my hiding place is useless. She seems me instantly. I jump out and scream at her, startling her and the man enough for me to push past them out the door. I have no other way to go other than jumping down this tall, log wall. I look down and see Darel is climbing up it, trying to return to rescue me. My relief is short lived when I see a guy with dark skin aiming a bow at Darel from the tree line.
I appear at the bowman’s side suddenly, ordering him to stand down. I snatch the bow from the guy. Darel still falls from the tall wall, but at least he wasn’t shot in the back with an arrow. Me and the bowman are brawling on the ground. Darel runs over to us and I shout for him to run before he’s killed. The bowman was after Darel’s bow, so I toss it into the trees to keep it safe and out of the bowman’s hands. Darel tells me to let the bowman up because he knows him.
I huff, saying he should have told me that he had a “Tarzan” friend. The bowman takes slight offense by the nickname but I don’t care. The three of us go into the trees and make a camp. The boys start a fire while I walk around gathering edible plants. Once we’re all sitting around relaxing, the boys ask me what my favorite song was before the world went to shit. I’m shocked they’d ask me that sort of question or care about topics about me at all, but I manage to answer I’m Still Here. From the tree branch that I sit on, I sing the lyrics. Darel quietly sings along with me. I ask why we don’t leave and see what the rest of the world is like, see if there isn’t another safe haven. The assholes that took the school for their own outnumber us, so clearly there’s no way to get this safe place back. I suggest we could live in the dessert, or in the north beyond the wall, or even further south that King’s Landing.
They don’t have time to tell me their opinion before a hoard of zombies comes walking by. There’s to many to kill, to many to outrun. To our surprise, however, they don’t attack us. They continue walking right on by. We decide to walk with them for a time, joining up with a scared little girl in the process. We come to an old abandoned tub at the base of on of the bigger trees. We sit in it, letting the zombies pass by. The little girl gets reunited with her twin and her aunt, who find us sitting here. [End]

Relative to Real Life~
Night of September 21st, 2014
Real-life characters: Dean (Supernatural), Darel.
Dream-created characters: Two girls and guy in bed with Dean, everyone in the school bunker place including the rouge group with guns and explosives, woman man and dog in apartment, bowman, zombies, little girls, little girls’ aunt.
Real-life places: None.
Dream-created places: School, trees, snowbanks, apartment, woods.
Different than real life: I haven’t seen Darel since high school graduation in 2011, zombies haven’t taken over (yet).
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.

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