I had a dream about zombies.

I don't know how many days I've been infected, but I'm still not necrotic, I just look less and less like a person and more like a zombie. There are a lot of "people" like me who were bitten by zombies. We still speak and retain our consciousness and thoughts, but we move slowly and walk no differently from the zombies. I was locked up in a place similar to a concentration camp, where there were more than 2,000 "people" locked up, and heavily guarded by soldiers. Every day, we were escorted by soldiers to a square, and then "wandered" on it, one day, we did not need to eat, do not need to drink water, and do not need to sleep, as if we never knew fatigue, from this point of view, we are no longer human beings. This square seems to have a special ability to identify, every time we go there will always be one or two "people" by the soldiers with bayonets, after a few days they are from the outside to lock in a few, we have long been accustomed to these, because our limbs are all day is weak, and zombies have no difference, and the soldiers have a large number of light weapons. Moreover, the soldiers had a lot of light weapons in their hands, killing us was easier than crushing an ant, so we could "live" a little longer if we obeyed their orders every day.
I don't know how many days I haven't spoken, not that I don't want to, but no one talks to me, and no one listens to me, because everyone here feels that they are not far away from death, and all day long they all look as if they were dumb as a chicken, and only the soldiers who are escorting us all day long talk about those things between men and women and laugh, and as long as we talk, we will be beaten up by soldiers, and while beating us, they also say: "We will be beaten up, and they will say: "We will be beaten up, and they will say: "We will be beaten up. The soldiers would beat us and say, "Who told you to talk? Zombies don't talk. If you talk again, you're dead!" After a lot of beatings, the "people" here stopped talking, and slowly, even they themselves thought that they were really a zombie.
The sky is drizzling, the ground is wet, we are still "wandering" in the square today, only that there is me among the "people" left behind today, although I have already thought that I have long been dead, however, when the real death comes, I still have a trace of fear, and inside I throw hope that I can "live". When it was my turn, I closed my eyes and waited for the bayonet to pass through my skull, but just then, a voice pulled me back from the brink of death. "Stop!" I only heard a stern rebuke, the soldier who was executing me immediately put his bayonet back and stood straight waiting for the speaker to arrive, only to see an officer looking man come out of the jeep with a few guardsmen behind him, from that point of view, his official rank was not small. In a short while, the officer-looking man arrived in front of the execution platform, only to see the soldiers left behind saluting in unison before saying in unison, "Good day, sir!" The man who was called sir waved his hand to signal for them to leave. After the soldiers left, that officer walked up to me, to be honest, my heart was still full of gratitude, after all, people saved my life, I squeezed out a smile with difficulty, the rain on the ground refracted the filth and ugliness of my face, I couldn't help but gray my heart, and timidly asked, "Long,,, sir, why did you save me? You know, I am a zombie, and my whole body is dirty and smelly, there is no reason to live at all, why do you want to save me?" That officer didn't make a sound for half a day, but just looked at me silently, I couldn't help but lower my head, quietly waiting for the sentence. "Even though you're a zombie, you're still my friend, well, stop talking. Guard! Put him in new clothes and take him out of here tomorrow!" That officer was talking seriously. I froze there looking at that officer's face, it was kind of familiar but I couldn't remember who it was.