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.

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.

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