I was a little girl. There was chaos going on around me. People were running and screaming. It appeared to be the end of the world. I was still and calm. I looked up at the sky. It was beautiful. The sky was parting, the atmosphere was breaking away, and I could see into space. The deep dark space with stars and planets. I could see all the planets in our solar system. They were slowly aligning. It seemed that the world was screaming its the end. I stood there starring at the planets and smiling.

I woke up in an underground military facility. The room was a white and had hospital equipment everywhere. I was laying on a cold silver flat bed. I was the only one in the room. I heard an alarm go off. I got up quickly and went towards the door, it opened. I was squatting behind the door waiting for someone to rush in, no one came. I peaked around the corner, there was an endless hallway both directions. I ran. I made it to the surface. There were people in military uniforms with guns looking for me. I hid in the grass, still and silent. They wandered off in another direction. I ran. I found a Jeep and drove off. I drove down a dirt road. I was far away now, I stopped to take a break at a fork in the road. I saw a large city in the distance. It was on fire and I could sense the chaos. I sat on the hood of the Jeep thinking I don't want to go that direction.  

I was doing parkour. I was on rooftops of houses. I was running from men trying to kill me. I hopped fences and jumped buildings. One man touched my ankle. I screamed.