I just had a dream- a smallish group was having zombie menace type problems- I don't know if they were humanities last defenders or just among it's first line of defense. I like to think that everything hadn't gone to hell, but enough did that these people were cut off from the rest of civilization. The main character was walking around with a large gun with a dirty harry type flavor- a large revolver, and he kept it fully loaded, because, hey, that's what you do with zombies. When the zombies would show up - they weren't always there, they were pasty with blackened lips and eyes, but not over all in especially bad shape.. no dragging organs or missing limbs or falling out eyes. Yet? as time went on the zombies kept getting harder to kill. The last one before the next scene took 5 shells. At some point the main character, a side guy, and a 14-16 year old boy went out to get a chain saw. They got to the place, and there was a corn field to the side, and two cutting devices- a chain saw and something else, both gas powered, sitting on two tree stumps. The tree stumps were kind of on their side and a pit was hollowed out around them like someone had been trying to remove them to plant more corn. Next to the field there was a gas canister. Anyway, when the two adults went to get the cutting devices the zombies swarmed from the corn field. suddenly they were in the fight of their lives and retreating toward the house. Some gas was spilled and one of the zombies who also appeared to be an old man made some kind of gesture, I think meaning "danger, fire" and the zombies reorganized and got mostly out of the path of potential danger. As they were running they noticed the boy was stopped and they were like "what are you doing." and apparently the zombies had caught him and nailed him in place.... They went back to the house and the main character was grabbing weapons and was basically why is all this happening. Then I woke up.