Von Koester has a dream. This is odd - since ascending to a higher form of life, he rarely has them anymore, and was never really given to flights of fancy in the first place.
But this one, this one is odd, and it's been coming every day while he drifts in and out of hibernation for nearly a week now.
In it, he sees himself as a human. Not human Von Koester, but someone else. He is running down a road. Sometimes it's in a decayed city, sometimes, it's in an alien forest, sometimes, it's beside a soot covered beach. He knows he has to run. Or, he knows he feels like he should have to run. Behind him are the zombies. Not just one, not just a hundred, but all of them. He's never counted, he just knows.
So he runs. He eats while he runs, shits while he runs, and even reads while he runs. He keeps going, and behind him, the zombies keep shambling after him.
Usually, the dream doesn't change. He runs and runs until he wakes up, never getting caught, and never escaping. This sits poorly with Von Koester.
After a week of this, he decided that he, a mighty Greater of the Lizard Republic, and a being of immense intelligence and willpower, should not have to run away from these beasts. He spent a day reading up on lucid dreaming, and finally, he was ready to put his skills to the test.
So, when Von Koester had this dream yet again, he simply stopped running. Every fibre of his being told him to GET AWAY as the undead bore down on him. He could almost feel their teeth sinking into him, his body being torn and pull between countless hands. He readied himself for the worst as the first rotting hand reached out to him, but then -
The moan. Not like he'd ever heard it before, in life or dream. The raspy voice of a billion undead, crying out in... in what? Before he could process it, he was hit with a realization. This was adulation.
Suddenly, his "self" was pulled from the human body, giving him a third person view as it soared further and further away from the road, letting him take in for the first time the continent spanning snake of animated rot trailing behind the runner. He drifted across the globe, a bird's eye view of the apocalypse in front of him. All over, the last bastions had crumbled, petty kingdoms had fallen, and the last of the fires had died. All living things had gone with them.
As soon as this thought fleeting through his mind, he was snapped back to the road, hovering off to the runner's side as the adoring undead prostrated themselves, crying out worship with disgusting, wet voices, pathetically begging the man to keep going.
The runner turned to Von Koester's consciousness, and with a hateful smirk, remarked. "What would you do without me?"
He awoke, shaken, with a new realization. Summoning a lesser to his quarters, he quietly grunted out an order. "Let the others know we would have a meeting. There are important matters to discuss."