Growing up with all the movies and video games, we often wonder how it would really be if were attacked by a horde of zombies. We imagine ourselves as the brave Shaun of the Dead, arming ourselves with everyday items, baseball bats and vinyl records, to fight off those lifeless creatures hungry to feast on fresh brain. We imagine ourselves as the valiant black guy from Dawn of the Dead (the original) and karate chop every zombie in sight, or blast them with a sawed-off shotgun or maybe even throw a pie or two at them. Trust me. Fighting off an army of zombies is not as fun and glamorous as we'd like it to be. Although my experience being attacked by zombies stems from a nightmare I just had last night, that was as real as zombies get. In real life we may not have any sawed-off shot guns lying around the house. Perhaps baseball bats and karate chops aren't as effective as we'd hoped them to be. And the creepiest part from my experience is the possibility that maybe zombies might not be as dumb as we perceive them to be. We were playing a video game at my house. Coincidentally a zombie shoot em up. My dad came in holding rosaries and told us everyone needs to leave. We ran to the kitchen and the news was on. I thought it was some prank at first until I looked out the window and saw a handful of zombies rushing down the street, some raiding the neighboring houses and others making their way towards my own home. Within a few seconds, the crashing of glass could be heard all around as zombies poured in. We all escaped through my brother's window upstairs and rushed to our cars as quickly as possible. Some people made it. And others I never saw again. Len, RJ, and Jackie rode with me in my truck and I sped off to seek refuge in my old house, where my uncle now resides, just like we did during the wildfires. I turned on the radio to listen to the news. Bloody mayhem in all directions. Suddenly a car side-swiped us and we spunout. Once the truck settled, I looked around to make sure everyone was okay. Once everyone nodded their heads to confirm, I looked over at the other car. The other car was totalled, windshield demolished and the front of the car was crunched inward. Once I got a good look at the driver, I knew he was a zombie. He crawled out from the opening where the windshield used to be and started sprinting to my truck. Luckily my truck started. Only inches from my truck, the zombie took a swipe at the passenger seat window where Len sat but missed as I drove off. Len and Jackie called their families, who were all waiting at Jackie's house. I dropped them off and they begged me to stay but I needed to meet with my family. Once we got to my uncle's house, time was an issue as reporters notified us that this area was soon to be a danger zone. My dad gave me directions to some medicine woman's house and since my truck was no longer safe to drive, I rode with three people I didn't know. For some reason, these idiots wanted Mexican food. We drove to the nearest Mexican joint and wouldn't you know, the place was closed. The guy sitting next to me in the backseat opened his car door to smoke a cigarette. A zombie jumped out of nowhere and ate his face as he screamed in terror. The driver tried to start the car but a zombie bursted through his window and bit off a chunk of his brains. The guy in the passenger seat ran out and broke into a parked car and I got in with him. As we drove to the medicine woman's house my eyes became dry. I took out my contacts and put them on the dashboard. Once we got to the house, the guy told me he'd wait. There was only a motorcycle parked out in front which I didn't expect from a medicine woman. When I let myself in, she was nowhere to be found. The house was small so she couldnt be far. I found her in a candlelit bedroom where five zombies were feasting on her body and tearing off her limbs. They looked up at me and I booked it. When I got back to the car, the guy was gone. I couldn't see a thing but my contacts were dried up on the dashboard. I pocketed them anyway and started the motorcycle and made it back home. I know what you're thinking, Neil on a motorcycle, that would never happen. Remember, this is still a dream, and at the time it was pretty badass. When I arrived back at my uncle's house, it was about dawn and they were singing karaoke in the garage. I even saw my grandma, who passed away two years ago, sitting with the family and clapping along. I couldn't find RJ. He was sitting in the backseat of my truck, petrified and listening to the news on the radio. He said they'd be here any minute. In the distance I saw a huge bald eagle with a wingspan of about eight feet. He landed on the roof of my truck with a big crunch. He peeped into the window with eyeballs the size of dinnerplates. It felt like Jurassic Park. RJ was on the verge of tears. The window was cracked open and before I could roll it up completely, the giant eagle managed to grasp onto the window with his beak. He bent and yanked the window open and started pecking at me. I punched the bird in the face but he persistently tried to make his way into the car. Once his head was fully in the truck, I was certain we were done until his head suddenly cocked to the side. I realized he was trying to get my keys. Soon the bird's entire body became human and eventually the bird's head began to take human shape as well. He looked like a normal human but his eyes told me he was a zombie. The zombie reached in and grabbed the keys and was about to make a run for it when RJ bursted out the truck and tackled him. Soon the rest of the family finally noticed and jumped in to help RJ pry the keys from the guys fingers. My cousins and uncles kicked the shit out of that guy until he could no longer get up. I wondered why the zombie didn't just try to eat us. I noticed something ominous in that zombie's eyes. I realized that he made getting the keys his priority, as if he was ensuring we had no way to escape before the big attack. I woke up terrified as fuck. I will try to be a little more gracious of those around me, in case we are ever attacked by zombies. | 
