Zombies...

I had a dream last night that zombies were real.
For some reason, I was living with my family in an abandoned house.
We were packing that night to leave and go find a more secure location.
I told my family that they could only pack one bag and to wear any clothes they wanted to bring.
I was hoping to leave within the next thirty minutes,
but my family was taking forever.
I packed:
    - Huge Lighter
    - 2 Small Lighters
    - 2 Boxes of Matches
    - Canned Food
    - Blanket
    - Toothpaste
    - Soap
    - Pink Overalls
    - Flannel Jacket
    - Compact Bow
    - Knife (to make arrows)
After packing I went to find my mom,
she was packing a third bag.
I told her she needed to only bring one,
but she carried all three and was definitely going to get tired pretty soon into the trip.
So we left and came across this house that had been taken over by gypsies.
I went inside to see if they had anything of use.
There was this older man in a baby crib and a dead zombie in one of the bedrooms.
I found a nice prom dress but that was it.
We left and walked through the forest.
I thought we should go somewhere isolated,
dad wanted to go to a highly populated location.
I woke up after we had decided that I would lead and we would stop wherever we got to first.
It was an interesting dream.
It made me think that I would never want to be stuck with my family should zombies come.
They are entirely helpless.