Day 3. 21 pages, 10,264 words.
Last night I had a dream.
In it, there were four great waves of people fleeing from an indeterminate region before me, past me, and away up a long, steep ridge behind my viewpoint. I was a disembodied perspective somewhere in the air at the base of the ridge, the ridge was like a long standing wave of pale sand extending in both directions.
The first wave of fleeing people were nurses, medics, doctors, scientists.
The second wave was larger, and it was composed of civilians. They caught up with the first wave as they were struggling up the slope of the ridge. People were trampled and tossed aside.
The third wave was soldiers. They fled up the ridge, caught up with the first and second waves, and joined in the trampling and the throwing. Since they were soldiers, they also began shooting their way through.
The fourth wave was the monsters. Murderers and torturers and predators and serial killers. They fled up the ridge and caught up with the first three waves as they struggled and fought their way towards the top of the ridge. The violence increased.
My perspective rose, so I could see the gentle downward slope of the land beyond the ridge. It was pale sand as far as the eye could see, a desert.
I woke up before I saw what the people were all fleeing from.