The Virus-Infected Village and the Nightmare of Pursuit

In my dream, it was the village where I lived as a child. Many people gathered in the village; everyone was expressionless, as if controlled by a virus, attacking anyone they saw. They held stones in their hands and smashed them violently against each other's heads. The bloody and violent scene was utterly terrifying. I hid everywhere, but those people spread out like a virus, completely devoid of human consciousness. I ran desperately until I was exhausted, but there was an endless stream of people chasing me from behind. I felt so desperate. Stumbling and crawling, I crossed a ditch. After getting onto the bank, I hid behind a haystack to catch my breath for a moment. Soon, the infected people spotted me. I had no choice but to gather my courage and keep running, heading towards my grandmother's village. On the way, I saw an astonishing sight: hundreds, perhaps thousands, of magnificent horses galloping towards me. All the horses were draped in incredibly long, glossy, light pink hair. The hair on their four lower legs was also exceptionally long; only the hair on their thighs was short. They just galloped towards me like fast-moving clouds. With no time to think, I quickly dashed into the river ditch and climbed up to the cornfield on the opposite side. The corn seedlings were thigh-high and grew sparsely. By bending down, I could hide from the crazed humans. Feeling slightly safer, I ran madly deeper into the field. Later, I arrived at my grandmother's village. This village was much quieter, seemingly not yet contaminated by the virus. I rested for a moment in a hidden spot. When I looked out again, the people outside were already acting strange, their eyes glazed over. It wasn't safe to stay here for long, but the environment outside was not good either. There were ruined walls and rubble everywhere, as if it had been through a catastrophe. Just then, a cold gleam flashed before my eyes. A machete slashed towards me. I barely dodged it, scrambled to grab a wooden stick, and fought back with zero technique. There was a thicker stick in the distance, but I failed to grab it several times. Later, somehow, we called a truce because we both realized the other was a normal person. Interestingly, the other person was a girl with short hair, wearing an army-green combat suit, looking very tough. So I had a companion. We hid in a truck to rest. She patted her shoulder, letting me lie down to sleep. Soon she fell asleep herself. How could I dare to sleep? I looked around vigilantly. Sure enough, I saw two trucks coming from the direction of my village, filled with infected people. I shook her awake. She immediately prepared for battle, but my sixth sense told me we couldn't defeat them. The girl, however, didn't seem to think that much; her expression was normal, showing no fear. I said goodbye to her and prepared to find a safe place. Heading east was the direction to the city; perhaps there would be a glimmer of hope for survival. Stumbling along the way, I barely managed to stay alive. Ahead was a river with clear water. Corpses were bobbing up and down in it, their faces soaked pale by the river water. I wasn't very scared, but I felt disgusted. I lingered on the bank for quite a while until I heard roaring sounds approaching from afar. Only then did I muster the courage to wade across the river. In the distance was a deep, dark path shaded by trees, leading to who knows where...