Subconscious

We were forced into a small building with two rooms by the reds. We, of course, were a group of about 20 blues. The building had a ladder leading down to the sleeping quarters while the ground floor was a miniature living room. The rooms were about 3-4 meters wide.

Nothing was accomplished in these rooms. Not sleep, and constant arguing we flying through the air. The reds were guarding the entrance, and didn't do anything while we constantly plotted against them. We planned our escape from this horrible prison.

The outside was maze-like. Directly in front of our building was a series of pipes that sprung out of the ground. They blocked a direct sprint to the wall behind the series of pipes. To the right was a fence, which blocked a series of other chain-link fences leading to various facilities. To the left was a massive hole approximately 15 feet deep, and at the bottom of that was a collection of 5 foot deep sea water. In the far end of the hole was another series of pipes, covering the most of the back wall with storage units in the middle. Along the whole area was one final chain link fence, with a break in the far right corner. This could potentially lead to escape.

It became day. The door of our building was opened to let the guards switch shifts. Now was our chance.
We sped out of the building, and the guards immediately commenced a lockdown. They started firing. Around me, bodies dropped to the ground, and I kept on running. Run, run, run, JUMP. Along with several other blues, I fell into the shallow pool. The water stained dark red, and barely anyone was moving. I decided to copy the lifeless ones for the time being.

An hour passed. A small group had made it passed the fence, and was signaling for the survivors. The reds were no longer battling, and were collecting the lifeless ones. I drifted over to the ladder, and slowly climbed up, hoping no one would notice. Then, I met with the group outside of the fence.
We were on the wrong side. The other side contained a small opening where freedom lay. We had to run again.

Run run run.
Made it. No one else did.
They're calling my name, knowing that I hide behind a series of pipes. I come out to find my friends held hostage, and they'll be let free for 1 price.
And it's over. My friends are set free, and in a way, so am I.




What a lame story.
A basic paraphrase of my dream last night. If only I had time to make the story better. Because I assure you, it is better.