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Dream.

End of the world again, some kind of zombie apocalypse. After struggling to survive we find ourselves in a house, boarded up, the endless dead outside. Things become more cartoon-like, no details, two dimensional. 'What's happening?' I ask someone. 'It's really the end of the world now,' she says, her black and white cartoon face blinking slowly, 'we've run out of people to draw everything.'