March 26, 2019

It was dark out and we were driving up the hill on our way home from the store. I was in charge of bagging up the groceries from the front seat of the car. Someone asked me what the rush was as we would have plenty of time to organize everything when we got home and I wouldn’t have to twist my body backwards in a moving car.

We eventually stopped at the top of the hill when my mom got out of the car and started running towards what seemed like a train station. Apparently she had forgotten something in one of the coin lockers and needed to retrive it right now. I tried my best to follow her through the busy station but it was too crowded.

I walked out of the other end of the station and it was now daytime. I saw a self-driving Apple car in the distance which seemed to be having trouble as it was swerving in circles in the junkyard. It eventually crashed against a large pile of scrap metal. The man inside the car dialed for customer service but was quickly interrupted when a missile flew straight at the car in a spectacular explosion. The explosion was enough to demolish the two cooling towers nearby.