…and this one is getting converted into a story first. This is what I jotted down when I woke up…
A couple of friends and I had just left this upscale ballroom dance and had stopped at a Burger King to eat. Oddly enough it was the old BK on Frederica–you know, the one they tore down for the White Castle? There was a tornado warning out which is what shut down the dance but we weren’t quite ready to call it quits just yet. That turned out to be a bad idea as we watched the restaurant across the street get shredded into several pieces and disappear. Leslie, a good friend of mine freaked out and started running across the street only to wind up flat on her face in a puddle. I ran after her…I had to. I couldn’t stand to see her blown away. Grabbing onto her legs with one arm and the support beam by the tanks with the other we’re both lifted into the air. The wind is rushing up and lifting us away as l I feel a sharp tug on my jacket. Chris ran after us but Leslie let go…she flies into a puddle and I see her arc up and get electrocuted by a downed power line. Right after that the winds die down and the rest of us are safe.
And suddenly I’m driving to meet my friends on this hill.
Outside overlooking are hill two cars are side by side. Smoking cigarettes and passing around a flask we’re all brooding in silence over the death of our friend. I run over to meet up with the rest of my friends… It’s a friend and her husband in one with Chris and a few others in the other. We’re on a hill overlooking the partially destroyed town when two black sedans pull up at the base. They look Government Issue—tinted windows, antennas at the back the works. Two men in suits pull a guy out of the trunk and shoot him twice execution style. One of the girls beside me screams and the guys start shooting at us. An hour later after some GTA style driving we go to Kim’s parents house. Everyone is laughing–having a good time including me and Kim. It isn’t until automatic fire takes out the front of the house that the true situation presents itself. Somehow, they followed us. Dennis, Kim’s husband has already run out the back with his sidearm drawn trying to take down the two. It’s up to me to get the family and my friends secured in the safe room. Everyone is locked up and secured downstairs as I go running off after Dennis. I hop in his car and we go tearing off after the vehicles.
They’re making it too easy and leading us straight to the Executive Inn. Dennis claims to be FBI and hands me a handgun. We go running after the men in suits only to find we’ve stumbled into a trap. This is where they were based out of and there are plenty more. Guys are opening fire and we managed to tag a few of them. Before long the real cops are swarming the building and Dennis decides to tell me he really isn’t FBI and his ID won’t stand up to scrutiny. We both run off—him upstairs and myself in the main conference room. Three guys with automatic weapons storm the conference room and start shooting and searching random people. Knowing I can’t run and can’t shoot my way out I rub someone else’s blood over my face and fall under a table propping a chair over me. The guys are randomly shooting the dead bodies and flipping them over. The body beside me gets tossed but luckily they leave me alone…
And then I wake up. WTF!
