zombies – Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth

Nap time gave me a dream of fighting zombies, partly as a crew member of some ship (IDK what my rank was, mostly I just yelled at a fail medic that managing to do more harm than good) and somehow ended up crossed over with Mass Effect slightly. Then I switched to being me, but mildly badass, handing out clubs to people so they could fight zombies. Also there were water balloon missiles, but IDK what those were supposed to do.

But the nice thing was, non-zombies won in a sort of grand melee Battle of Denerim style (only in some kind of rec center) and then the outbreak was miraculously over and we could all go home.

The nicest thing, though? My diabetes didn’t even enter in to the scenario.

Because, normally? Type 1 diabetes + apocalyptic scenario = LOL, It Was Nice Knowing You/Gonna Die Early.

Like, if one considers a zombie apocalypse as A Thing That Could Happen…I actually one day figured out what I’d do, and it wasn’t trying to raid the drug store.