I think I Caused a Zombie Apocalypse

   Last night I dreamed I was on a train, we were with a group, both on a train and in vehicles following the train, trying to get to a city surrounded by water to escape a zombie plague.

There was some commotion in one of the train cars further ahead so I was sent to investigate, the people I was with didn't trust me so they had taken my guns, so I was unarmed. When I got to the train car I found all the refugees had become zombies! How could one have gotten through? We checked everyone? Then it attacked and the mob did as well!

   A zombie wiener dog! The pet of a little boy that was with us.

   Quickly I managed to use the chairs and zombies in the train car as a ladder to get to the roof, and tried to call out to others that the car was full of zombies! They started to take the zombies out while I breathed a brief sign of relief upon escaping the zombies in the car and knowing that they were dispatching them quickly and efficiently. I was not afraid for myself when it came to zombies, I was immortal, but I did fear for the refugees I was with. Suddenly it was back, the zombie wiener dog! It attacked and I threw it off the train. It hit the ground, rolled a few times, and then was back on it's feet chasing the train! There were a number of large vehicles following, including some huge trucks, so I hoped they would run it over.

    Sitting on top of the train car further forward than the unfortunately zombie filled car I noticed the train tracks were becoming more and more uneven, causing the back two cars, the caboose and zombie car to come loose from the rest of the train! D: There was nothing I could do, but hope those in the large trucks would help out the survivors and get them to the city!

    With nothing left to do, I called down to the other people in the remaining cars (It wasn't a long train) that I was heading to the front of the train, they said "ok" and that we were "almost there". I asked for my guns back.

The island city was in view, the sun was setting, the train tracks paralleled the wide lazy river and crossed a road that went over the river in a simple two lane bridge with a shoulder. I climbed down when the train stopped and asked the guys in charge again for my guns back, which they finally gave me, one mostly matte black, the other silver-ish gray, in hip holsters. I joked with them that I had the guns before I found out about "That game with the guy with the guns", but they didn't get my joke, they had never played that game. (I think the game I was referencing in the dream was Devil May Cry by the way.)

    Suddenly BADOOM! Explosions! Gunfire!

    The remaining people in my party were alarmed, what was going on! Some started across the bridge into the city. I could see around the Train engine and tell the smoke and explosions were coming from further up the river.

"NO! DONT! They're gonna blow the bridge!" I shouted in vain as the simple utilitarian traffic bridge erupted in a shower of concrete, asphalt and bodies. The city would be cut off, and have to be self sustaining. Zombies couldn't swim, but we could.

    And so we did, those of us that were left swam to the city and met with the cities' leaders, a tired old man with a beard that looked like Rasputin was in charge of city planning and a shorter rounder man who was the Mayor. The city was packed full of people, refugees like us, who wanted to continue to live as "normal" a life as they could away from the ravages of the zombie plague.

    The man with the beard instantly didn't like me, but the group I was with had warmed up to me since it was my idea to make the swim. One of them let slip that I was immortal or something, to which the Mayor laughed and the man with the beard seemed alarmed!

    We looked around the crowded city on our own, learned they had farms in one area, and fished in another, had their own power plants, TV and radio stations, places to live, and a school bus orange public commuter train that went around the whole island to ease travel worries for city dwellers. You could have all the comforts of home and outlive the zombie apocalypse with daily updates from Chopper 5. It was a nice set up, I commended creepy Beard dude for it. He scowled back.

    The members of our party were settling in, when I got attacked outside of a hamburger restaurant! "The city planner sends his regards" and BLAM, shot in the head. The horrified employees and customers stared at my body through the large glass windows and doors there was quite a deal of blood.

    Then I started to heal and stood back up, "What was the point of that? We told him I was immortal? Did he just want to scare people and piss me off?" I then apologized the horrified people in the restaurant, "Sorry about that, don't worry, not a zombie, can't die to begin with." I left what money I had at the restaurant and went to find the City Planner.

    Still covered in my own gore and drying blood from being shot in the head I inquired to people on the street where the City Planner's office would be, to which they told me the "center of town" but one said he wouldn't be there and would instead be at home, which was some old run down apartments he kept for himself and was rather secret about. So instead of going to his office I found his house.
     He was waiting for me, "I knew you'd come."

    "Why'd you send someone to shoot me in the head?"
    "I had to know for sure it was you."
    "What?"
     "You caused all of this. You don't know it yet. I came back to stop you."
     "Are you from the future? I wasn't sure, but thought maybe because of the color of the city trains.  Look, there's no hard feelings, but I think you might have traumatized some food workers."

    He shoved me into a back room and blocked the door with some furniture, "It doesn't matter, it'll all be over soon! My job here is done!"
    "Wait are you really a time traveler?"
     And then he caught himself on fire and began cackling maniacally. There was a guy cowering in the corner of the back room sobbing, "We're gonna die, he has them...he has them."
    "I'm not gonna die, has what?"

    A hand and then another partial hand began beating on the window, the smoke from the Bearding Man fire began to roll into our little room from the gap above the furniture and the ceiling, the Bearded man had stopped laughing, he was pretty dead. More hands beating on the window, moaning, the partial words of "Braaaains".

   "Brains, really?" I frowned and told the guy, "Stay behind me, I have guns and can't die. I'll get you out of this."
    Surprisingly he complied and I let loose on the zombies as they broke the glass.

    BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM (Real gun shots don't go Blam btw, the ones in the dream sounded real, so did the weight on the trigger.)

    Body shot body shot body shot, No effect! Headshot, the zombies still didn't go down, but I had managed to push them away from the man I had found in the room. He sat down bewildered in a chair outside the window in the small courtyard within the apartment complex. The zombie I was shooting kept coming, I kept shooting. Switching guns. I'd be out of ammo soon. Then I remembered him saying "He has them" and that there was more than one set of hands.

    He screamed, "Ahhhhhh" and I turned in time to see a female zombie crouched on him eating his face, him doing nothing to fight back.

    I shot her in the throat and she died. So then I shout the other zombie in the throat.

    "Great, now I know where to hit them."

    And then I woke up, exhausted.