The apartment building - I was there at least once before but not with zombies. If I didn't have the same apartment, it wasn't far away. Second floor on the middle left side of the building (if facing the front door)
There had been a zombie outbreak and we were holed up in there waiting out the first batch of insanity before moving on.
Less than half the other apartments were occupied and most of the first floor had been abandoned or broken in to. The stairwell was the only way up and the heavy doors were locked - as long as upper floor residents had enough food, they could hold out a good long while.
We still tried to minimize the amount of light and sound, no point attracting the hoardes since we didn't know how long they would last.
Somewhere a baby came in to the picture... I think we heard it crying in one of the other apartments and had to save it. I spent the next few hours (dreamtime) trying to find ANYONE else to take care of it. I am SO uncomfortable with children (in and out of DreamWorld)
The neighbor was a middle-aged guy who had already lost his family, wouldn't have anything to do with us. The other side was empty.
That dream ended when I went to sleep in it. Another dream started afterward but I don't remember much about it. I remember quite a few people being around, trying to be helpful and generally a good hostess (though I don't think we were at my house) and FINALLY getting a chance to go to the bathroom (there was usually someone else in there) then my husband barging in to tell me he was all hyper from drinking too much Bug Juice (which he has never even tried) and was going hunting. I wanted very much to throw things at him but just yelled instead. Woke up then.
