I just had a rather interesting dream about the zombie apocalypse that seems like it was either a game or really wants to be a game. (Or maybe it’s because I’m still half asleep.)
It starts out straightforwardly enough. I’m in my room fighting some zombies that have come in… very carefully because, apparently, the zombification is particularly dangerous because all bodily fluids are contageous and can turn you into a zombie on contact. That includes things like contact with worn clothing (sweat), used kleenex (snot), unbottled water (old urine, even if filtered) and children’s school desks (saliva from kids falling asleep and drooling). The general goal at this point was to collect food and supplies to help survive. There was the concept of my “inventory” where you have various food items like “Dubious Steak” (the origin is unknown and you have a percent chance of getting zombified when eating it), “Spoiled Dubious Steak” (same thing but that has been in your inventory too long and is now rancid), “Sterile Steak” (steak that is guaranteed to be safe to eat), and “Infected Steak” (steak that is guaranteed to make you a zombie because it is known to have come into contact with zombies’ bodily fluid). Of course, you have to eat every now and then (hunger meter!), so you venture out into the world to collect food and weapons, find survivors, and fight zombies.
Eventually, after fighting through some locations, I come across a house where the front yard is entirely cactuses. The owner has filled in the walkway to the house with potted cactuses as well, and there is a wall around the rest of it, rendering it mostly safe (apparently zombies hate getting poked). Going in, I find myself in a huge luxury hotel (hey, dreams are weird) with a ton of survivors. Also the military. Also a printing press. It’s really hot and stuffy inside. Random plans are made and supplies are collected. I have vague ideas to use the printing press to distribute information (which is apparently a huge thing that is larger than two people… I’ll try and make a drawing later if I can still remember) when the zombies manage to break in. In the ensuing battle, a zombie raspberries at me, covering me in spit. I am now infected. My friend, rather than killing me, has pity on me and kicks me outside.
Transition in the game/dream (with a fade to a black screen with the white “Part 2” text and everything)… I am now a zombie. However, unlike the zombies I’ve been fighting up until now, I have kept my mind (and my brain) and am still basically myself… except I no longer need to eat (apparently I don’t need to eat brains). I come across a human survivor who can’t tell I’m a zombie and attempts to hug me. After warning him away, we end up travelling together. We seek food for him (his entire inventory is spoiled, and mine is starting to as well… lack of untainted water is the worst) and generally talk about the apocalypse and thoughts on why I’m not a typical zombie. He tries to convince me to bite him or something so he becomes a zombie too, and I repeatedly refuse. Eventually, we’re sitting and talking and he goes off on a long tangent on some boring topic that causes me to nod off. He sticks his hand in my puddle of drool and becomes a zombie like me. I feel really guilty afterward, we just continue exploration.
The epilogue of the game/dream shows a city in the world much like the modern day one (or the one before the apocalypse), except with all zombies as inhabitants (sane zombies). The biggest thing that stuck out to me was the lack of food or farming-related locations in the city, which seemed like a really good thing.