Suicide by zombie

I had the weirdest dream the other night. I have weird dreams a lot, but this one stuck with me. I was living in this dystopian future where zombies were a constant threat. The still-living would occasionally be attacked by a horde of zombies, fight back, kill off most of them eventually, then go back to life more or less as usual. The thing was, they never quite got all of the zombies, so there was always the threat of another outbreak. Because of this, people had built up different systems of barricading themselves and their families for protection and everyone was very suspicious of everyone else, since any strangers could be carrying the zombie-ism disease (I guess it was kind of slow-acting) or could be followed by zombies. Everyone was in constant survival mode and ready to throw their fellow human to the brain-hungry masses to protect themselves and their families. Some people got so weary of living that way that they finally gave up and let the zombies get them, just to finally get it over with. No one actually killed themselves; just let themselves be killed.

Somewhere along the way, God came down to earth, but turned out to be sort of clueless and required a lot of hand holding to grasp the situation at hand. We were in some kind of fortress watching all that was going on in the world, and God just had no answer for what to do.

In the middle of all of this was a kid and his father who had been largely ostracized by everyone else because for some reason the zombies were after the kid in particular. They had survived together for years, but any time there was an attack, they had to find their own hiding spots, since no one wanted to be near this kid. The father wound up being one of the ones who lost the will to go on and just let the zombies get him. The kid was still alive when I woke up, but I had the sense he wouldn't be for long unless some kind soul took pity on him. Weird, eh?