The Cure for Zombieism

Date: 7/18/2018

I had a dream last night that the zombie apocalypse was starting. My friend, Zoe, was with me as we fought to keep the zombies out of my house because for some reason everyone had come to mine. There was a couple of people who were completely infected during the fight to keep the zombies out but I wasn't. Zoe was and she was only bitten slightly on the elbow and I didn't realise until I went inside and she had her blanket wrapped around her. Her skin was glistening with sweat. But to find the cure we went to school and to see if anyone else one how to cure this. When we got there everyone was in the Gym because obviously it was a bit dangerous to be on your own. Those people who were infected, which was only Zoe had to stand to the side as the rest of the people had to wait for further instruction. Me and two others snuck off into the science lab. It was a brother and a sister and the sister was highly contagious, her jaw was handing off and had broken whilst she was sleeping, her voice was rough and deep but she wasn't yet a zombie. The worst thing was her jaw cracking and her teeth clicking as she spoke. Anyway they decided that anything was better than being dead so they tried everything on her that they could think of that was, as they knew because apparently they were good at chemistry, was suitable compounds for humans to injest. Eventually something worked and it even fixed her broken jaw. But by this time her brother was infectious from just touching her and they tried the same thing but it didn't work and he became so bad that eventually I just made a Molotov cocktail and set the lab on fire after gathering the concoctions that we had tried knowing that one had worked on the sister. I gave the same to Zoe and one eventually worked. I asked if she could come on the couches that the school had got for us but they wouldn't allow it, they said that it was not certain that she was better so they sent her home. I got on the coach with my other friends and I told them about the fact that one of the compounds had worked on the infected to turn them back to normal. But meanwhile at the back of the coach someone had been bitten and hadn't told us about it. We ended up having to stop at the nearest house and that was mine. We all got out and we tried to defend ourselves with tools that were in my garage. But my chemistry friends went up to my bedroom and they started to work with a microscope and the compounds to see which one worked the best. I and the other people who didn't seem to be bright enough to do this defended against onslaughts of Hords of people who were totally dead. We managed to keep most people uninfected once we had figured out which compound was the most effective the problem was that the compounds weren't labeled so we didn't know what they were. Anyway one of the hordes was so big that I ran upstairs to see if I knew any of the ways in which you could make more of the compound. Phoebe who is my friend, told me what she thought that it was due to how it turned in a flame. She posted it all over the internet. But there was nothing in the house that could make the compound. I ran down stairs but there was only a couple of people still alive so I helped them move all the bodies over the gate and away from us so when they reanimated, if they did, then they would be probably away from us. We also threw a hunk of meat down the street in front of them to show them which direction to go in and we parked our cars at the top of our drive and in front out all our windows to stop anyone from entering. I went back upstairs and let the other survivors in gave them a tiny amount of the compound and hoped it would still work to cure them. ...