There was a zombie apocalypse. I was living in a fenced in basketball court with a few other people.
A witch came up to the fence and started clawing at it. She looked kind of like a crazed zombie. She was screaming and trying to get inside.
We were then in a graveyard. There was a regular 6 foot deep grave.
The witch had turned into a doll that was about three feet tall. She was in a doll box that had a plastic window so you could see her head and shoulders.
A woman was there too. She was filling up a treasure chest full with dirt. Once it was full, she tried to dump the dirt from the treasure chest into the grave, but she was struggling since it was heavy.
I went over to help her. We dumped the dirt into the grave. The doll box was at the bottom of the grave with the witch still inside as a doll.
The dirt fell right side up- it stayed in the shape of the treasure chest. I used my shovel to spread out the dirt. The witch was yelling and screaming in the box.
She was moving around violently to try to get out.
I quickly threw more dirt over the box so that it would be too heavy for her to move and escape.
She was still screaming like a lunatic as we threw dirt on top.