The Office Siege: A Zombie Apocalypse Dream

I had this dream last night—one that felt so real, I woke up with my heart pounding. It started like any other nightmare: chaos, panic, the streets filled with the undead. But what stood out was how vivid it was, how every detail felt like I was living it.

The dream began in a city, overrun by zombies. My group of survivors and I managed to retreat into an office building—a towering fortress with dozens of floors. We quickly barricaded the lower levels, hoping the height and barriers would buy us time.

As days passed, the zombies grew relentless. They didn’t just swarm—they dug, they clawed, they adapted. Each night, we’d hear the distant sound of crumbling concrete as they broke through another layer of defenses, forcing us to retreat higher. By the third day, we found temporary solace on the top floors.

Up there, we discovered something incredible: a rooftop garden brimming with vegetables, and an office filled with functioning computers and survival supplies. It was a stroke of luck we desperately needed. We rationed the food, used the computers to map possible escape routes, and kept ourselves sane by rotating shifts to monitor the stairwells.

By the fifth night, the zombies breached the floor directly below us. The sound of shattering glass and the dull thud of their bodies hitting the walls was deafening. We were down to a few survivors now, our garden stripped of its last resources, our nerves frayed.

In a desperate bid for survival, we hatched a plan. If we couldn’t hold the building, we’d have to escape into the city’s underground subway tunnels. But as we prepared, the final barricade on the floor below splintered.

The dream ended there.

Just as the first zombie’s clawed hand gripped the final stair railing, I woke up. Cold sweat soaked my shirt, and I stared at the ceiling, wondering how it would’ve ended. Would we have made it out? Or were we doomed to be consumed?

I guess I’ll never know… until the next dream.