I was working as an assistant to this very rich white man. Kind of a Mr. Burns type of character. He was very rich, very old, and cruel. I guess I was sort of his Smithers, though I was more hired to be his heath care advisor, I think. This man and I went to a small town to pick up the woman he was seeing. She was his complete opposite. She was Hispanic and young and vibrant and absolutely gorgeous. Everything about her was seductive and full of life. The only thing they had in common was that they were both very bad people.
As we were waiting for her to arrive, a friendly officer who lived there and was off duty at the moment offered to give us a lift in his mini van. I'm not sure what happened to our car, but we agreed. So we sat in the minivan with the cop while waiting for my boss' girlfriend to join us. She showed up all done up and ready for the rave/club she wanted to take my boss to. She also had drugs with her. It was a strange drug, an imagining of my mind. It was bright mango yellow with red, black, and purple flecks in it. It was very potent, comparable to cocaine. The woman was quite pleased with herself, citing that even just a little bit would "fuck you up good." She dipped her finger in the mixture up to the first knuckle and had me lick it off, and indeed it was quite strong. It tasted of tropical fruits and she told me it was made out of the ground up shell of some tropical fruit I'd never heard of.
The cop drove us to the party, I suppose. I don't remember where the woman went, but the next thing I know, the old man and I were being interrogated by the officer. He was now on duty and demanding to know about the drugs and the woman. I swore I had no connection or knowledge about any of it--that I had only just met her today. The cop stopped his interrogation when he received a tip about a child sex trafficking ring in a nearby convenience store. He and I went there and confronted the clerk, who was trafficking young girls to literal monsters. The cop and I freed the girls, which in turn created outrage with the monsters. They went on a killing spree.
I fled. I ran to a building that looked like some luxury apartments, but it was some kind of senior living center. By happenstance, I had entered the apartment of an older woman who was caring for a dozen or so children between the ages of 8-12. She had a granny sort of vibe to her and was baking and telling stories. I rushed to close and bolt all the doors to the place--and there were many--and was urgently telling her that there were monsters in the building and we needed to be very quiet and pretend no one was here or they would come and kill us. The floor plan of the apartment was bizarre. There were rooms that connected in so many ways and in ways that didn't make sense, like a room with two bathrooms or a room that adjoined to the kitchen. Nonetheless, I raced from one end of the apartment to the other, closing and bolting the doors and turning off the lights. Now, all while this was going on, I could hear monsters growling in the distance, getting closer to where we were. I continued as fast as I could. The back door led to a large patio with a large in ground swimming pool. My cat was outside so I picked him up and brought him in. I closed the door, worrying about how rickety it was and how it would never hold, but I didn't have time to fuss too much so I continued with what I was doing. However, after I closed the back door, ghouls started rising from the pool. They were something between zombies and ghosts, walking and looking like zombies but having no real corporeal form.
I paid them no mind until I realized they had drawn one of the children to the door and were trying to possess the child. I don't quite remember what I did. Some combination of violent force and holy words, I think. I managed to pry the child from the power of the ghoul and I covered the window and ushered the child to the next room. The kids were all still playing in their sleepwear and acting as though nothing was happening. The old woman was also still carrying on, only half heartedly urging them to be quiet. I was getting frustrated because they weren't responding to the urgency of which I was trying to save them. I tried to usher the children into the bathroom and get them to hide in the bathtub, but only half of them listened. And then it was too late.
It had grown silent outside. I went to the door and listened. The knob was turning. I put my hand on the knob and felt the power of which the person was turning. The monsters were here. I whisper yelled at the kids that we needed to leave NOW and I opened a side door. We ran out around the front of the building. On the street, there was a bus. Strangely enough, the bus was being boarded exclusively by Asians. I knew that our best bet of surviving was to catch that bus. I ran for it, we were all too far away and the bus left without us. But then it stopped just a few feet down the road. I stopped and felt a chill as I watched the bus stop for one more passenger. He was a humanoid with a black horse's head. A monster. And I knew every one of those people on that bus was going to die. I turned sharply and told the kids we would walk the other way. We walked along the road since there was no path for us to walk on. We stepped on to the grass, and I cautioned the kids not to step on these wires that lined the grass. They looked something like Christmas lights, except they were deadly. They lined the grass in a grid pattern, and if you stepped on them, they would electrocute you. The last thing I remember before I woke up was trying to help some of the kids step over the wires.
