Someone just woke me up. I don't why, or by who, or why I was put under, but suddenly, I'm in the cockpit of a fighter jet of some kind, and I'm in free fall. My instincts take over, and I somehow manage to curb the descent into a simple glide with a flick of a few switches. With the pressure relieved, I begin to figure out why my vehicle is off. I couldn't explain to you the little intricacies of a fighter jet's mechanics, but unlike my current method of transportation, I'm working in autopilot. Eventually I get it started.
As I'm gliding throught he skies, I can see the terrain beneath me. It's a mountain range, but there's lots of green and brown colours, indicating a losing battle for the vegetation. Houses litter the landscape, ranging from red, two-stories, to yellow bungalows. There are no paved roads, only dirt paths worn from years of migration. As I begin to piece together my situation -- where I am, what year it is, what I'm doing -- a persistent beeping begins from my heads up display. Looking behind me I see several similar looking aircrafts following in pursuit. For some reason, I know they're not friendly.
Again, my insticts take over. It's almost as if I'm watching someone else control my movements, just along for the ride. With a learned turn of the joystick, my plane barrels into a controlled downward spiral. 3 tail me, another two planes maintain their altitude to watch from a distance.
I don't know how I knew this, but my craft was simply better than theirs. It must have been a new model, vastly superior, because I could easily recycle the air between my wings, changing my direction and speed on a dime. Whereas they were mostly what you'd see in a WW2 battle scene. I pop on the breaks and fall behind the 3, easily taking them down with a few trigger pulls. It was a blur, and I don't remember the details. I just knew that I was impressed, as an outsider, watching. The other two leave after their comrades began plummeting in a group of fireballs towards the ground. I lower my altitude and hover 15 feet from the ground, moving 200 hundred kilometers an hour.
Eventually I stop and get out. It's an estate with a 3 story red building and a garage. Deserted. The windows are cracked and the doors are wide open. I manage to find a bag and with it with supplies. Whatever I can find, which isn't much. A pistol, a half empty bottle of water, a baseball cap. I get back in the jet, and continue on my way.
20 minutes later after looting several houses, something catches my eye: it's a billboard with someone I recognise on it. A girl, someone that meant a lot to me. I don't know how I knew that. But she's framed in the same way Marilyn Manson was in
this, though she was wearing a white shirt. I completely stop the vehicle, and get out. Beside it, there's a small yellow bungalow lifted 10 feet off the ground, as though it was attempting to avoid a flood. Unlike most of the houses, the windows were barracaded and the door was closed. But I don't really pay attention to that. I hop out of the craft and stare at the billboard, trying to piece together what little I remember.
My mind goes blank again. Suddenly I'm in the same place I was before, but the door of the house is wide open, and the balcony is filled with a dozen worn-down looking people. An older gentlemen, no more than 55, stood behind the rest, mostly women and children. I'm being spoke to, but I tune it out, mostly paying attention to the people on the balcony. I eventually come to my senses and look to see who is speaking to me. It's the girl on the billboard. She's not wearing the shirt, but she's definitely the same person. My insides begin to pain, something I find strange. I couldn't even comprehend what she was saying to me. Or maybe I did, I just don't remember. Suddenly, a young man, a few years younger than me, perhaps, pulls the girl away from me. He stares meaningfully at her. It's evident that he cares quite a lot about her. He appears to be arguing with her, but I can't make out the words, or don't remember them. The pain continues to worsen.
Time skips again. I get back in my fighter jet, and as the glass cockpit cover closes, she looks up at me, and me down at her. The kid puts his arm around her, and they walk back into the home. The scene is over.
Tell me. What do you think of this. What does it mean to you.
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