Last night I had a dream, with zombies that weren't quite...
I only really remember the end and not very well at that. So, bare with me. Myself, my friend Alex, and a dream friend are held up in this old southern mansion. I remember nice paintings and marble busts coated with dust, wallpaper of dark browns, royal blues, and forest greens. Outside is a sun bleached wastland of sand and dead trees, with so much dirt in the air you can't see futher than a handful of yards. The three of us make our way to the downstairs corner of the big old house. Everything feels worn out and aged. With a handgun(probably a .45 USP of some kind), I'm covering