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It was ... the future, I guess, although I felt only a few years older than now. We were all locked up in big buildings, sort of like hospitals. I was in the basement somewhere, with a bunch of guys (no girls, I don't think), and or ... guard, I guess, died, and we couldn't get out. We called someone, but they couldn't help us without a code that only the guard knew. So we decided to commit suicide, by using some sort of radiation substance (radium?), but instead I guess we decided to try once more to escape, and it worked.
Next thing I know me and a group of girls/women are leading a whole bunch of children, mostly girls, to an exit. I remember seeing lots of labs along the way, where experiments were being done on people, and I remember one lab in particular that had lots of little kids and a sign outside indicating "Last rape: xxhxx". We were standing around an exit, waiting for them to open (someone was sabotaging the central locking system, I think), and being all nervous because people kept coming up askig what we were doing, and then the doors opened and we ran outside and I screamed with happiness.
And then there was the aftermath, where I was talking to one of the other women, and I had twoof the little girls in my arms, and I remember saying "Oh, no. These are mine," and I was grinning, deliriously happy in that way when you just can't stop laughing. But then I started talking to some of the other people who'd escaped, because apparently us getting out kind of overthrew whoever the fuck was in charge, and one of the people I talked to bitched to me that he was happier inside, where he didn't have to make any decisions on his own. (Freaky thing was, he was the guy I used to sit next to in Maths, who later turned out to be gay. Don't know if that's of any significane, but there you go.)
Somebody want to explain this to me?
