I had another dream about zombies...

This time we had taken refuge in some abandoned strip mall with a small group of citizens.  Some I recognized, went to the same high school others to the surrounding small town schools. I was adamant about getting the windows and doors boarded up with this old wood and the extra doors we had laying around before the night time as the exposed glass made me nervous, but they assured me they have held up well. We were allowed out at daylight to collect supplies-I say allowed only knowing that is what it felt like as no one was officially in charge-the zombies I guess. The Oklahoma heat or sporadic weather changes affected the zombie metabolism or something, but they only attacked at night, undercover of darkness as it goes, and were lethargic throughout the daytime, zombie vampires. The curfew bell sounded as it often did earlier than it should evoking the sense that recess how somehow come to an abrupt end, so I helped to load and unload supplies at the shelter. But as we arrived back something severely tragic had transpired. A group of chaotic marauders posing as masked zombies had brutally murdered three victims within our camp. One being my six year old son. They had bludgeoned them with a blunt but thorny instrument of violent sadness. I personally had somehow witnessed this even though I was gone, out gathering supplies at the alleged time of the murders, through some third eye world view always vigil as to the well-being of my children, but I didn't see it until now. Why did I have to see it at all?! One had held him down as the other swung the porous weapon and in two blows turned his head into an exploding red velvet birthday cake completely disappearing it from his promising young body as they licked the icing from their lips and cheeks. I caught these masked zombie mother fuckers and vehemently beat them and strangled them as one with my bare calloused hands as they cried tender for mercy and rationale. Their pleas only intensified my relentless pounding, heightening my anger and lust for vengeance. I drained the worthless life from their infested repugnant body, fat and scaly, kicking and defecating their warm premature corpse... as the flies began to circle a surge of familiarity clarified and justified my actions. These were classmates!