I had a dream last night, a very complete dream with a beginning and an end and a plot. It was a zombie world war dream, and I called the story in the dream The Descent. I was the main character on the road to salvation.
The story begins at a resort.
The military's heavy firepower surrounded a seaside resort, and I stood on the upper floors looking down, unsure. Troops were unfolding in a tense, orderly fashion, watching every corner of the resort. Everyone was under siege and not allowed in or out.
I'm just collecting a tanged sword it's not so bad that the army will be used to arrest me, right? I thought pondering inexplicably and calmly drank a glass of water.
A wail of agony came as a squad of bodies was evacuated, followed by another wail of despair.
Uh-huh? What happened? Unsure, I didn't feel the least bit scared, but instead observed it all with surprising calmness.
I seem to be an unseen martial arts master who likes to be chivalrous. Drawing out my collection of Tang swords as if they were powerful, I walked out the door. Seeing a little girl hiding in a corner shivering, I hid her. Then headed out of the house.
In a short while, there were already corpses everywhere, and the army that had surrounded them, had lost everything. People wailed and fled in all directions. Then it turned into a deathly silence. I didn't see how they died, they just magically ran and fell.
I walked downstairs and these living dead started to get up and come at me. I ran out the door as I chopped and slashed haphazardly. Suddenly remembering there was a little girl I had hidden, I turned around and doubled back, picked her up and started running out the door.
The street was empty of people and bodies. Bewildered, I hugged my little girl and started running towards a building.
A sharp burst of gunfire was heard.
Spotting a couple of guys sweeping a couple of bodies across the street with their guns, they seemed to be my teammates, they didn't feel like strangers anyway, and I quickly joined them, running out of ammo, and started going from building to building along the street looking for a gun to find ammo.
During the day these living dead don't actively attack us, they just wander aimlessly through the streets.
A long time passed like this, in a trance, as if everyone had gotten used to the presence of these living dead, and the plague didn't last, and the few who survived began to let their guard down.
I tugged on the little girl as if she was looking for something, and between buildings, someone yelled, Hi! How are you? Soon someone replied: Hi! I'm fine! Everyone seemed like they were about to go crazy holding it in.
The continuous conversation made the atmosphere tense, and I felt bad that the living dead seemed to be irritated by the shrill voices and exposed their aggressiveness. I wanted to rush at these idiots and curse, don't yell at all. But it didn't come out, I was afraid that these living dead would come at us.
In an instant, I heard a distant cry for help, crying and wailing, and within moments it was gone, and I knew it was an attack by the living dead. In my heart, there is actually a hint of joy, damn, let you blind than than.
I rushed off into the distance with the little girl.
Weaving between buildings with a Tang sword in hand, cutting down a few living dead and saving a few passersby had become a routine, and without realizing it the team was slowly growing.
We tried to get to the root of the virus, but unfortunately didn't find anything special.
Then I met a friend who I called in my dream: the Judge.
He introduces me to another man, wielding a katana that resembles a small Japanese man. The Inquisitor told me he was the Pathogen, and that he was going to fight me one-on-one, and that the only way to save the world was to defeat him. I had a feeling I couldn't beat him, though, but went at it viciously anyway.
I really couldn't beat Jean, and after a few rounds, I was already losing ground.
At this moment, the Inquisitor suddenly made a move and directly pressed him to the ground, telling me to quickly, kill him. Without thinking, I directly stabbed him where his heart was.
The world has been quiet ever since.
The story begins at a resort.
The military's heavy firepower surrounded a seaside resort, and I stood on the upper floors looking down, unsure. Troops were unfolding in a tense, orderly fashion, watching every corner of the resort. Everyone was under siege and not allowed in or out.
I'm just collecting a tanged sword it's not so bad that the army will be used to arrest me, right? I thought pondering inexplicably and calmly drank a glass of water.
A wail of agony came as a squad of bodies was evacuated, followed by another wail of despair.
Uh-huh? What happened? Unsure, I didn't feel the least bit scared, but instead observed it all with surprising calmness.
I seem to be an unseen martial arts master who likes to be chivalrous. Drawing out my collection of Tang swords as if they were powerful, I walked out the door. Seeing a little girl hiding in a corner shivering, I hid her. Then headed out of the house.
In a short while, there were already corpses everywhere, and the army that had surrounded them, had lost everything. People wailed and fled in all directions. Then it turned into a deathly silence. I didn't see how they died, they just magically ran and fell.
I walked downstairs and these living dead started to get up and come at me. I ran out the door as I chopped and slashed haphazardly. Suddenly remembering there was a little girl I had hidden, I turned around and doubled back, picked her up and started running out the door.
The street was empty of people and bodies. Bewildered, I hugged my little girl and started running towards a building.
A sharp burst of gunfire was heard.
Spotting a couple of guys sweeping a couple of bodies across the street with their guns, they seemed to be my teammates, they didn't feel like strangers anyway, and I quickly joined them, running out of ammo, and started going from building to building along the street looking for a gun to find ammo.
During the day these living dead don't actively attack us, they just wander aimlessly through the streets.
A long time passed like this, in a trance, as if everyone had gotten used to the presence of these living dead, and the plague didn't last, and the few who survived began to let their guard down.
I tugged on the little girl as if she was looking for something, and between buildings, someone yelled, Hi! How are you? Soon someone replied: Hi! I'm fine! Everyone seemed like they were about to go crazy holding it in.
The continuous conversation made the atmosphere tense, and I felt bad that the living dead seemed to be irritated by the shrill voices and exposed their aggressiveness. I wanted to rush at these idiots and curse, don't yell at all. But it didn't come out, I was afraid that these living dead would come at us.
In an instant, I heard a distant cry for help, crying and wailing, and within moments it was gone, and I knew it was an attack by the living dead. In my heart, there is actually a hint of joy, damn, let you blind than than.
I rushed off into the distance with the little girl.
Weaving between buildings with a Tang sword in hand, cutting down a few living dead and saving a few passersby had become a routine, and without realizing it the team was slowly growing.
We tried to get to the root of the virus, but unfortunately didn't find anything special.
Then I met a friend who I called in my dream: the Judge.
He introduces me to another man, wielding a katana that resembles a small Japanese man. The Inquisitor told me he was the Pathogen, and that he was going to fight me one-on-one, and that the only way to save the world was to defeat him. I had a feeling I couldn't beat him, though, but went at it viciously anyway.
I really couldn't beat Jean, and after a few rounds, I was already losing ground.
At this moment, the Inquisitor suddenly made a move and directly pressed him to the ground, telling me to quickly, kill him. Without thinking, I directly stabbed him where his heart was.
The world has been quiet ever since.