I dreamed of a zombie apocalypse as I often do.

My semi-paralyzed father and I were stuck in a small building surrounded by the walking corpses of our friends and family.

I cared for him as long as I could, but eventually he got up and walked again as a member of the undead. He begged me not to destroy him. He was no threat to me, he just wanted to get out and explore.

It was bittersweet to see him moving again.