I was standing outside with someone when, suddenly, we saw one of those alien drones in the sky. I was excited and a little frightened, unable to believe I was actually seeing one. But then the drone grew in size and bulk and began landing right in the clearing where we stood. It was loud and windy, like a rocket ship coming to ground. Now, we were a little more frightened and when the aliens alighted, it was clear that they were on a war mission. We ran and hid as best we could behind trees and rock outcroppings.
Eventually, I made it into the city-complex where I lived and hid myself...somewhere...maybe in a corner of the closet, or under clothes, or something like that.... I forget what brought me out at last....some sudden sense of urgency...an escape plan....
I began running through underground corridors with a small band of people, heading towards a deeper bunker level where we'd be safer for a while. We kept getting delayed by running into others and deciding to include them in our group...then we'd have to wait for them to get ready, etc. I remember one unpleasant woman who joined us and I looked at her sitting in the passenger seat of the large, electric cart we were now using to make our get-away in, and thinking that life in this newly forming underground community was not going to be entirely easy socially.
At last, we made it to the steel doors. As we passed through, the aliens were upon us. Many of our band began shooting and a firefight started. In shock, I saw some of our people killed. It seemed unbelievable, unreal. When it was over, we had successfully gotten the doors closed behind us, but we numbered much fewer and we had not gotten away with many supplies. The thought that haunted me was that, had we not delayed so many times in our race to get out of the city-plex, we'd have made it in time to shut the doors before the enemy arrived. Just minutes would have made the difference.
Eventually, I made it into the city-complex where I lived and hid myself...somewhere...maybe in a corner of the closet, or under clothes, or something like that.... I forget what brought me out at last....some sudden sense of urgency...an escape plan....
I began running through underground corridors with a small band of people, heading towards a deeper bunker level where we'd be safer for a while. We kept getting delayed by running into others and deciding to include them in our group...then we'd have to wait for them to get ready, etc. I remember one unpleasant woman who joined us and I looked at her sitting in the passenger seat of the large, electric cart we were now using to make our get-away in, and thinking that life in this newly forming underground community was not going to be entirely easy socially.
At last, we made it to the steel doors. As we passed through, the aliens were upon us. Many of our band began shooting and a firefight started. In shock, I saw some of our people killed. It seemed unbelievable, unreal. When it was over, we had successfully gotten the doors closed behind us, but we numbered much fewer and we had not gotten away with many supplies. The thought that haunted me was that, had we not delayed so many times in our race to get out of the city-plex, we'd have made it in time to shut the doors before the enemy arrived. Just minutes would have made the difference.
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Why do I know this story?
Why does it seem more like my dream than yours?
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