Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-27168578-20170328120255/@comment-26084195-20170330193757

Oh, that's virtually nothing.

Just last week I had a dream about the zombie apocalypse. It was incredibly vivid. In the dream, I was a lone survivor, wandering through the zombie infested region formerly known as America, just trying to survive. Only I wasn't quite alone. I was accompanied by an orange tabby cat. She followed me everywhere, slept with me, hunted down mice and stuff. She was also really very useful. She could smell zombies, and would alert me when they were coming. Once, I went into a hospital to get some medical supplies, but the patients and doctors all got up and attacked me. I locked myself in some examination room for safety while I tried to figure out how to get out. While I thought, my kitty located an air duct and pointed it out to me, so we were able to escape. Apparently, I could also understand what the cat was saying, and often talked to her. She was very snarky, it would seem. In the end, me and my cat managed to locate a walled, secure compound of survivors, and the leader of this compound just so happened to be my best friend. Then, I woke up.