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I was at a installation in the Arctic, and snow and icy wind blew everywhere. Me, some of my family(most of them were not really in my family) and the people who ran the installation were the only people there. Or so we thought. Zombies start appearing and attack most of the workers, those who survived grab guns and armor and helped me fight them off. No matter how many we killed though, they just kept coming. I run all around the place trying to kill them, and at one point me and another guy are on top of a rock that was part of the base near the edge(i could not see the bottom). And 2 zombies come in a Warthog(from Halo 3) and start climbing up. We shoot them off before they reach us but then more start coming from the side. There were 3 of them, but they were super mutants(looked like <PERSON> from Fallout: New Vegas) instead of zombies. We take them out right as they got to the top of the rock. I run around some more and find a part of the facility that nobody is at. I go in and its kind of dark, but i can see well enough to walk around. I find nothing of interest though and head back. On my way back, I see a light, and its one of the guys who used to be on patrol. He still was, but he was a super mutant now. I tried to hide in time, but i could not move quick enough. He spotted me, and i put my hands up and turn around. He approaches kind of slowly but I see behind him like a dozen men(or zombies, i do not know). Then I woke up. I forgot some stuff and the dream was very long, but most of the rest of it was just fighting off zombies.