Benediction 1.1

I dreamt we knew it was coming; were prepared like an epidemic. Zombie-ness could be tested for, early detection. I got a sample medical kit and the detection package in the mail from my father-in-law. That’s how I knew it was real.
Whole cities emptied out in anticipation.
Inside one apartment, I watch a man inject himself through a long rubber hose inserted in his leg. The serum, milky white under his skin.
In another I see a pot bellied pig, abandoned. Outside the window, an office building. Pan back to rows and rows, stacks of emptied apartments. The distance of the city is distorted between us.
The empty city, a twitching eyelid, the sound of a dog barking in an empty room, echoing.