The beginning of the dream starts rather fuzzily, with me going to churches.  I'm in church, and there are a lot of 'zombies' here.  The infected are spreading the infection throughout the crowds, just like in those stupid movies.  Someone said te churches were build with everything except one entrance to be barricaded, so that God's people could still come to seek shelter from the damned.  This is the second church I've been to like this, though, and there doesn't seem to be much hope, even in God's house. *Skip*

I'm in another church now, and everyone is leaving.  They have to go out a door, across a walkway on the second floor, and down the stairs to get out, and by the way they're hurrying the infected are hot on their tails.  I need to close the door after the people get out but before the infected can get in.  I groan from a green African woman walking through lets me know that I was too late on the timing, and I close the doors.  She doesn't seem to be completely infected yet, as she seems to just be trying to get to the car with her daughter.  I extend my arms out and move the crowd back away from her to allow some space between them and her, and she stops and grabs my hand.  My hand starts to sting, and she lets go and continues walking to her car.  I look at her daughter; she reminds me of my little sister (see last dream I posted).  I tell my mom and grandma to get to the car and call the police.  I don't want them to know hat is happening with the people here.*Skip*

I'm in a section of the church that reminds me of a mansion.  I must be on the third floor at least.  Suddenly I get a call from the police, even though there are no phones.  I ask them if there's anything I can do, and they say they're sorry.  I say something about another chance, and they say "when you were infected you were given a second chance, a chance to protect God's people from the damned."  I thank them and hang up, thinking that what I really wanted was a third chance.  I wash my hands and go through the house/church, turning on the lights and looking for guns, particularly any of th guns that belonged to a certain old woman that died.