The fog seemed, to last for days, “where is the sun, I
haven’t seen sunlight, for ages,” I complained, feeling tired and worn, out,
going for another, long, deep, sleep, I could hear bleeps, and piercing, sounds
in my ear.
“A news flash, a major, solar flare heading our way,
weakening, electromagnetic fields, danger of radiation, Alert. Alert”. Watching
the news screen, we saw, the corona holes flareing, jetting out from the sun,
in bright streaks. More black, coronal holes sprinkling the sun.
Groggily, waking up from a deep sleep, there was a loud
crashing noise, as someone, was banging, on our front door, Sleepily opening
the door, it was pushed, open, and armed men, came barging, in. “ Get your
things, were evacuating. You have 10 seconds, to prepare.” Quicky gathering my
children, together, and some spair, clothes and drink, we went outside, a coach
waiting, for us.
Boarding the coach, was strange the seating, all wrong, more
spacious inside than, I had thought would have been, in a standard, coach, and
the other people, were … seemed strange to me, I didn’t recognise anyone, and
somehow, s I was looking for a seat, I had lost my sons, calling, out for them,
frantically looking for, them, I saw one of them, sitting, in a row. So made my
way over to him. This strange, young
guy, plonked himself, down, in the seat next to my son, just as I was about to
sit there, asking him, politely, if he would move over, he refused, and losing,
my temper, I picked him, up by the throat, and bodily moved him, sitting down,
next to my son, again surprised at my own strength, apologising to the young
man, who, nervously smiled, at me.
My son seemed different, as well, looking around, all
seemed, excited different, in their behaviour, even some looking, strange, to
me, strange but familiar, features changing.
Looking like, a bunch, of aliens off star trek. The conversations, odd to, “well, games over,
thank goodness for that,” I heard one lady, speaking, to her partner, “ so glad I can remember now,” another piece
of conversation drifted over to me from behind.
“Where are we heading?” “To the pick-up points, for evacuation” seemed to be the general drift of the
conversations, going on around, me.
Sitting back, in my seat I felt myself drifting back into sleep.
I found myself in a warehouse, with this man; he seemed to
know me well. He had just had a delivery of plutonium, seemed, pleased, and
while I watched, he turned the tap, on, of the barrel, and lay under it, soaking it up, and the
plutonium, as it seeped out, he seemed, to be like, burning fire, but like a gas, as he absorbed, the
liquid. Moaning in pleasure, as he filled himself, up. Then, jumping up, he grabbed me for a hug,
giving me a dose, of his energy, “there plug yourself in to me,” he laughed,
“were going to need this.” Then,
opening the warehouse, door, there was a train, compartments, which we were herded
on to.
Waking up, from my, dream, feeling disorientated , I went
outside, for a walk, my younger son, coming with me, was still foggy, no
breeze, the mud making the way slippery,
we got talking, and I was, theorising, about the suns, solar flares,
what would happen, etc. how, the
scientist, were looking for another planet, that would sustain, humanity, how,
they are saving seeds, in an underground vault, and who would be evacuated,
first, if the worst, should happen. Thinking,
and thankful that, it had all been a dream…. Or was it?..... ~ Seaopal
*note from author, fanfic based, on a vivid and weird dream,*
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