Generic Post-Apoc MC start, but with magic!
Dreamed on 2017.04.19.0706
Family of 4-5 on the third floor of an apartment building. Family is arguing/debating something about food. Girl goes down a floor via the stairwell and is standing near a broken window when she overhears a LARGE group – an army, really – approaching from outside. The leader of it gives his quick commands to the rest while they clean and prepare their semi-automatic guns. “Either they die or they become cattle,” he says. The army breaks into the ground floor.
The girl wants to warn her family, but then what? They could do nothing about this. She feels paralyzed. She considers hiding, but ultimately decides to just get caught quickly and obviously so she doesn’t get shot. She sits right where she was already, in the corner of a landing at the stairwell, in the light of the window, and puts both hands in the air and waits.
As the army files through, no one sees her. She starts to yell, “Hey! I’m here. I surrender!” and still they all run right past her, ignoring or somehow not noticing her.
A dog comes over and licks her knee, panting happily at her until someone calls it and it runs off.
She stops yelling.
As the army is filing out again, after minimal gunfire, she sees her family taken away, glancing about nervously, among other captives. One toddler from another family stares at her the whole time. One older lady sees her clearly too and tries to speak to her. At one point a bitter looking 16-17 year old girl with a gun (in the army) almost notices her but doesn’t (the way people can almost find you when sneaking in skyrim). She is now praying not to be found, though she knows going to with her family is the path of less resistance. What will she do as a fugitive and on her own? She’s not sure what the army would do to her, but being on her own outside the army seems entirely more dangerous.
The army leaves.
Some phrase about the “Old Time” enters her mind and reminds her of old stories of some kind of magic that once was in old stories.
Family of 4-5 on the third floor of an apartment building. Family is arguing/debating something about food. Girl goes down a floor via the stairwell and is standing near a broken window when she overhears a LARGE group – an army, really – approaching from outside. The leader of it gives his quick commands to the rest while they clean and prepare their semi-automatic guns. “Either they die or they become cattle,” he says. The army breaks into the ground floor.
The girl wants to warn her family, but then what? They could do nothing about this. She feels paralyzed. She considers hiding, but ultimately decides to just get caught quickly and obviously so she doesn’t get shot. She sits right where she was already, in the corner of a landing at the stairwell, in the light of the window, and puts both hands in the air and waits.
As the army files through, no one sees her. She starts to yell, “Hey! I’m here. I surrender!” and still they all run right past her, ignoring or somehow not noticing her.
A dog comes over and licks her knee, panting happily at her until someone calls it and it runs off.
She stops yelling.
As the army is filing out again, after minimal gunfire, she sees her family taken away, glancing about nervously, among other captives. One toddler from another family stares at her the whole time. One older lady sees her clearly too and tries to speak to her. At one point a bitter looking 16-17 year old girl with a gun (in the army) almost notices her but doesn’t (the way people can almost find you when sneaking in skyrim). She is now praying not to be found, though she knows going to with her family is the path of less resistance. What will she do as a fugitive and on her own? She’s not sure what the army would do to her, but being on her own outside the army seems entirely more dangerous.
The army leaves.
Some phrase about the “Old Time” enters her mind and reminds her of old stories of some kind of magic that once was in old stories.
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