Whiskers and Zombies

So I was in an underground bunker. It was dark but some ambient light was around. Maybe emergency lights...
There was a group of us, most with no weapons, we thought we were safe underground... we were wrong. The Zombies came... we were in a room with shelves... like a storage room only large. The weapon I had was a .22 rifle that didn't have a clip.. and I had to stuff the bullets into the side, past a very strong spring. I was not effencet but was able to hold a few off, mostly by using the gun as a club. But they were closing in, we were way out numbered ... then I realized the zombies were speaking! Basic baby talk type of speech... "Come here' "hungry!" etc. It was apparent that they had some basic brain functions but that was not comforting.
We were able to leave the room, all 5-6 of us and started hiking down the very large corridor. There were cars parked in the corridor and there was still enough room to drive a tank down.
Our small group kept hiking down... not running but we needed to get somewhere.
Then I saw it my Kia Soul. only the back was open! I became very concerned as I apparently had left Whiskers, my cat in the car. she was gone, most everything was gone, even my crochet blanket that is currently in the back ... all gone.
And was sad, I wanted to look for Whiskers but we had to keep moving...

And then I woke up.