Double post. This was more intricate than this but I can only remember pieces. Not that it isn't weird and awesome enough as it is.
I guess I was a new member of some gang. We went to a mall to do some sort of horrible gang thing. There was some kind of zombie-themed promotion going on, which doesn't matter, except after we'd been there and split up for a few minutes we started realizing one by one that some of the actors were not actors but were real zombies.
The situation was manageable; there weren't very many of them, and we knew we could detect the real zombies from the fake ones before any of them bit us, but I also got the sense that their numbers were slowly increasing and I wanted to get out before it became a real problem. I went looking for teh boss to tell him I was leaving; I found him under a great, big, central spiral staircase and went up to him. "Boss," I said, "I'm gonna leave, I don't like this. I want to get out before there are too many of them." He grabbed his gun and pointed it at my forehead, saying something about nobody leaving like a disloyal coward this early, and that we all stay until we all leave and he was saying we were staying. I felt sure I was going to die.
Someone yelled from somewhere up in the staircase. We both looked up to see Bruce Wayne leaning over one of the inner rails, yelling something about how he'd pay my boss off to quit shooting people (I got the impression that he'd maybe just gotten in and just barely started to figure out that anything was wrong in here, having not had time to go change into his getup and come back yet). For some reason I knew *who he was*, so I was all glibly waving at him. Batman was on the loop of the staircase just above Bruce, and he's the one who ended up seeing me and kinda sarcastically waving back (No, I'm not sure why my dream thought they could be in two places at once. Clearly it knew they were the same person...)
Around this point, things began to be a real problem. There were too many zombies and they weren't cute and easy to deal with anymore. I don't know where Batman and/or Monseigneur Wayne had gone. Probably to swish around/find someone to swish around a few beakers in an attempt to synthesize a cure. My boss stopped trying to kill me for leaving, so I left, but there were a lot of zombies going the same way, too. I found that if I moved slowly and breathed in a rattle, I could go pretty much undetected.
There seemed to be some zombies who retained some measure of sentience, who were in denial that they were zombies. I ended up having to shuffle quite some distance alongside some zombie girl whose lip was rotting off, who kept prattling about something or other and looking at me like she was hungry whenever I stopped breathing funny for a few seconds.
Eventually I guess I got away because next thing I remember, I was in a "safebox," which was basically a very large wooden crate attached somehow right onto the vertical side of a building. This particular building had probably fifteen safeboxes essentially stapled to the side of it. I shared a safebox with a couple other people. Ours didn't seem to be very stable; the floor was severely slanted and I was terrified the entire time I was in it that it was going to drop off. When one of us moved, the whole thing shifted and creaked and bounced.
There was a window in the side, and something outside I needed. I opened the window to grab it and the wind blew some little papers that were just inside the window out. I felt really bad and asked the other couple whether any of the papers were important. The girl got mad and said yes, I'd lost a paper with an important password on it, but her dude remembered it from the last time he'd seen it so it was okay.
I think I woke up pretty soon after that. I don't remember anything else.
G: Like helplessness experiments. That's the biggest problem in zombie apocalypses. People who survive will always eventually come to question why they bother.
Seamus: The biggest problem in zombie apocalypses is poor planning and not enough ammo.