The Nathren Disturbance

I was riding on a dirt motorcycle.  I was in a high desert type environment.  I think I was in Texas.  I was wearing a black motorcycle helmet with yellow streaks, a black leather jacket, and blue jeans.  I was racing up winding narrow dirt road, hugging a cliff.  I was wielding a staff, or sword or something, and I was killing zombies that were in my way. I got to the top, and there was a zombie that was different.  I seemed to know who he was.  He was the kind of the Zombies.  He looked like he had intelligence.  He was wearing a purple robe, and a cowboy hat.  
I got off the bike, and wielded the staff in an attack posture.
The Zombie put up his hand, and said "stop.  You have got this all wrong".  He then leaned on a wood railing, overlooking the cliff, and motioned to the ground below, suggesting I look down.  I did.  And I saw a bunch of Zombies working a cattle ranch.  "We are just trying to give them purpose", he said.

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