I had a weird zombie dream

It began in a vast warehouse, its ceiling lost in shadows, packed tight with cops, firefighters, and military personnel. I stood with my mom, my sister, and our two dogs, surrounded by strangers—some crying openly, others bleeding or clutching injuries as sirens wailed in the distance. The air felt heavy, like something terrible was pressing in on us.

When I looked outside, I saw them.

They weren’t like the slow, rotting zombies from movies. These were different—more animal than human. Their bodies twisted unnaturally, bones bending so they could run on all fours. Their eyes were bloodshot, clouded with a pale white film, and their movements were frantic, rabid, driven by pure instinct.

It only took seconds.

One smashed through an entrance. Then another. Then dozens more poured in. Panic exploded. People screamed, shoved, fell. The creatures sprinted after us, claws slapping against the concrete, impossibly fast.

My mom scooped up our dogs without hesitation, and we ran.

We didn’t stop until we reached an abandoned apartment building—small, empty, but just big enough to keep moving, just big enough to hide. Our footsteps echoed through the halls as fear chased us from room to room.

And then, suddenly—

I woke up. 🙂

i migt make it a story...or give it away cuz i dont really do body horror or zombie stories