Someone is after me. This place is apocolyptic. I'm in the grass, the sun is out but everything is gray and decaying. I'm rushing.. risking my life being outside. But I need to. I'm picking up chocolate pretzels that someone dropped on the ground somehow running away. I needed food and energy. I eat one and I'm rushing to pick up the others.. thinking about how crazy it was that, once upon a time, people didn't eat things off the ground. I'm throwing these pretzel pieces into a large tupperware I'm carrying to help mask the smell of them from others. I pick up the last one and rush as fast as I can into a building--my building. The one I claimed and live in. There was a murder chasing me, the birds trying to ravage the door I locked myself behind. I put the tupperware in a closet across the hall from me.. so they thought I was in there. I rush out with a flamethrower from MY closet, and burn them all down.. They're no good to eat, they're infected.
I look over my shoulder as I pull my tupperware out and dark shadows, perfectly lined up soldiers, are in the T-crossway. I freeze.. I'm panicked. There are too many of them. I rush forward with my flamethrower and shoot--but they fade, not make noise or attack. When the flame dies, they're still there, like notihng happened.. I look over at my tupperware, and an awful, deformed tall and skinny... humanoid creature, with flesh rotting off of it, flings itself from the lid of my tupperware into the air like some sick, grotesque whale making a leap.. but it disappears after that. I'm hallucinating again. I take a moment to think of a happy time.. I think of pictures of my mother, on a customized holiday card I picked up at the local store with my brother-in-law. I eat another pretzel against my will. The sick, infected mutant that I hallucinate follows me around, coming and fading like a dynamic ghost.
In another building, a disgusting form of a former man is crawling along the ground. His flesh is rotting off of him in disgusting tiny balls of slime and gunk. His assistant, I am not sure if s/he is real since they never say anything and move mechanically. It could be a figment of his imagination.. He has a plan of sorts, he is definitely vindictive of the world and his position in it currently. Apparently, I helped caused him to get infected. Or maybe I didn't.. maybe he's after me for other, more primal reasons. Either way, his scheming is centered around me. He has wax figurines, life size, of many different shaped people and not-so-much people anymore in his floor of a building. He creeps over to them, and stands next to them all lined up in order according to his schemes. He's naming everything off to his assistant..
"James will be the perfect host body... After we infect (I can't remember the person now), it will leave him exposed." He's prattling on about others in breathy, labored tones.. but somehow, after James's body is stolen, it will leave me exposed and open.. whether to be infected or to be taken or what, I have no idea. James is apparently my ally somehow. The wax figure of him looks to be a large, built man, with decent features despite the scarce food supply. I really can't tell if he refers to me in an sickly obsessive tone of affection, or of revenge.
A couple soldiers break into the place and walk about.. my second clue that this being's assistant is imaginary is that the soldiers pay her no mind at all. They look a bit freaked out by all the wax figures that tricked them at first. They're laughing and playing around a bit with them, and one goes to tell the others the place is clear. The other talks a little bit of BS to the wax figure of a girl, and the creature grasps hold of his arm from the shoulder and just lazily slides its way down his arm.. The soldier yells out and wants to shoot him, but he has priorities.. he's going to be infected. He's ripping his clothing off, and rushing into the first latrine area. He's panicking, and crying, shaking and rushing to turn hot hot water on, scrubbing at his arm with soap. For some reason the latrine actually works here. Another soldier walks in, and his eyes widen and he slams the door shut and starts talking to a group behind the door with him, locking his buddy into that place.