More war stuff

I was in some sort of military organization.  We were under attack by the enemy.  We were inside a factory or warehouse and outside was rolling green hills and green trees.  There were also hedges and stone walls to hide behind.  We went outside the factory to fight the enemy.  We fought them back.  During the attack I got scraped by one of the enemy soldiers.  It turns out the enemy was zombies that had been specially created to attack us.  My arm bled orange and not red.  The doctor told me since he looked at it early enough I would not turn into a zombie also and he would not have t cut my arm off.