[h3][b][color=blue]Alina Sanford[/color][/b][/h3]
More people. Shit. Shit, shit shit shit.

Why, why in hell would they come to Texas? Why were all these people here? What were they here for-

Oh. The cracks. Yeah. Weird that they all came together in the same spot. Did somebody say something about being able to see them-

[b]CRACK[/b]

What. What, what was happening. Why was the ground breaking apart. Were they all about to die? Probably. Maybe that was for the best.

Fumes were making her feel dizzy...

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She landed on her side, the wind getting knocked out of her on impact. She needed another few moments to get back up, she was still exhausted from her sprint earlier... where the... where were they?

Some nightmare soul ocean on one side. What looked like a prison complex on the other, with... a city, on the other side? Not a chance. There were loops of debris coming over it, like the plasma hoops on the Sun's surface. Was she dreaming? No, couldn't be. She'd barely gotten a look at the others before collapsing, how could they be this detailed now? Unless her brain was just coming up with something in lieu of that.

Fuck. The more she came back to her prior education, the more she remembered how she wanted to do something else entirely. If this was real, it'd probably be a goldmine of historical data... probably because there was no logical explanation to how they'd shown up here.

Or a really cool album cover, ooh.

But no, no way it was a dream. All of them were talking about it, at least everybody who had a mind to. One of them was having a total breakdown. Her dreams almost never included that. It was... yeah, one of the people she'd managed to get her lunch over earlier. She never got their names, but this was surreal. If they'd all shown up here, and then they'd all gotten...

There was no reasonable explanation. No wonder he was kind of freaking out. Maybe she should do something about that.

'You aren't-'

Then the alarms started, and if everything had gone to Hell before, now they were in whatever hole was below Hell. Prison guards, furious with them, and they were being told to... to... when had she raised her arms.

What was wrong with the guards.

Oh. Maybe it was a nightmare.

No. No, that couldn't be it. What the hell were those things?

'I'm sorry.'

She hadn't done anything. She still had to say it. She did something. Otherwise they wouldn't be here.

They wanted them to move. She followed the guy leading. Somebody else didn't.

Noooo. That homeless guy was going to get them all in trouble.