I played Nazi Zombies on CoD: World at War with my Dad and Brian the other night; Essbase and Steve were over and I wanted to show them what it looked like. It was a lot of fun, though I don’t understand how Brian let zombies get through the doorway he was guarding while armed with the Ray Gun… but I digress.
Anyway, a couple nights later I had a weird zombie dream. I don’t generally dream about zombies, first off. In this one, it was the modern era and not the Forties. It seems like I had arrived at a facility where the last few dozen people (in the region? world?) had congregated. This guy was showing me around, telling me the plan. Everyone understood that the waves of zombies grew exponentially and basically, everyone accepted that they were going to die once a wave big enough came. It was weird, the whole tone of the dream wasn’t, “How are we going to survive the zombies?” but rather, “How can we kill as many zombies as possible on the wave when we die?” It was all very serious, too, not like just having a dream about playing the game.
The big finale were these short steel tunnels they had built into the side of a hill. They were hexagonal in cross section, maybe 8 to 10 feet in diameter (face to face), the steel itself like 6″ thick. They just went into the hill about 40 or 50 feet, just big enough for each to hold a dozen survivors and all their weapons, and by weapons, I mean ridiculously large-caliber automatic weapons, like on the battle suits deployed in defense of Zion in the Matrix movies. The plan was to just fall back into these dead-end tunnels and slaughter zombies coming into the tunnel until they ran out of ammo, then die, of course.
So anyway, I was like, alrighty, that’s a plan. Someone said it was time to get ready for the last wave (I assume someone had calculated when this last too-big-to-survive wave would arrive), so they tell me I’m in the last tunnel on the end. I go over there and it’s not a big steel tunnel with a killzone like the others. It’s like a wood-and-dirt bunker, like in the Pacific maps of CoD:WaW, approachable from every angle. I’m thinking, “What the hell is this?” I get in there and instead of a dozen of us, it’s me and three other guys, with just a WW2-era rifle each. And then I notice it’s not even a real bunker; the top is just a tarp, and the wind is blowing it around like it’s going to fly off at any moment.
So I’m sitting in this glorified foxhole, which zombies can attack from every direction, armed with a rifle and a little ammo, with three other stooges, right before the onslaught of the humanity-ending final round of zombies, and I’m all, “WTF? Why did I get stuck out here and not in one of those kick-ass steel tunnels with a billion rounds of 50-cal ammo?”
Then I woke up, and was in a foul mood.
apocalypse, call-of-duty, dreams, survival, the-matrix, zombies
