Festering Goblin, Thomas M. Baxa
Last night I dreamed of a zombie contagion from underneath the city. Through little cracks and fissures in the streets I could see masses of zombie-goblins teeming below the surface. The ground bulged weirdly beneath my feet as their ranks continued to grow.
I woke up…in the dream… in a deserted hospital. I could see through the glass walls that the patients in the rooms beside me were twitching and frothing and flopping about bonelessly. I tried to stand, and found I could not move.