Two nights ago, I had a dream. This dream took place in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, and it gave me an idea for a new story. I know that many writers have dream journals in which they write, and get ideas. Well, I'm not going to make an actual journal, but I will take an idea from a dream. Now, these were not just any zombies. They were real people, who just had an affliction that made them want to eat human flesh. As long as their flesh craving was satisfied, they were completely sane. So, there were factories that produced human flesh to be distributed to the flesh eating population. However, one day all of the factories were shut down, so all of the flesh eaters went crazy for human flesh. There was rioting, and people ate each other, and the whole thing was just a big mess. So, that is where the story would take place, from the point of view of a guy who did not have the flesh eating affliction, and had to survive.