Dreams...weird...

This is the second time today my dream has popped back into my consciousness...

I was fighting off zombies with broken off pool-cues, jamming them through the skulls. And I was about 12 years old, thinking, shouldn't the grownups be dealing with this? How has it come down to me?

And the zombies could walk/talk like normal so it was like a split-second decision: person, or zombie.