Chased by relentless hunters through various landscapes

It started off with me and two other people. I had these marks on my shoulders which meant I would have wings. Some hunters came hunting for me, so we ran to hide, and found a really tiny house of one room we ran into. We barricaded ourselves in it, frightened. One of the others went out to bargain with them, and seeing that they weren't the ones who the hunters wanted, got away fine. Eventually the second person left, too, and that was when I put the bed up against the door and jammed it so that they couldn't force their way in. I began thinking of ways to hide inside, and came up with the idea of a false door trapdoor in the linen closet. I hid inside that trapdoor, then suddenly I was nowhere near the house anymore.

I was on Pampero with a book in my hand and one of the hunters talking to me. He looked at me suddenly and asked what book I was reading, so I said Castaway when I was really reading Camber of Culdi. At this I surreptitiously hid the cover so he wouldn't see it. He looked at me and said that I'd been reading Camber of Culdi earlier, so I replied that I'm a fast reader. Something tipped him off and he realised that I was not who I appeared to be. The woman who had been befriending me became cold, and I realised I'd better do something quick. Pampero was near to the shore; just a few metres away. I jumped and my book got soggy so I left it behind, then did a runner through the mangroves and sand and soft mud. They shot the general area up, but I managed to get over the ridge.

The land over the ridge was weird. It was very stony with pools of water everywhere. The stone looked like limestone and I had to be careful on the crags, or I'd hurt myself. I ran and hid amongst this, before realising that the hunters had not followed me over the ridge. It came to me suddenly that this area had been affected by nanobots. Relaxing a little, I checked out the area a bit, then when at a particular set of pools, I noticed that the hunters were on a wharf just around the corner, in the non-nanobot area, extending it so that they could see me. I was being weighted down by the soggy clothing, so dropped the poncho and jumper and ran, but thought I might need them so retrieved the things and kept going.

Now I was in a passageway of sorts; a covered bridge/walkway. There were windows, but they were of the opaque glass with steel running through it. At the end of the walkway, near the door, I decided to remove a panel of glass before opening it. It proved difficult to do, and in the end I had to slide it across rather than remove it. The view was spectacular. Houses everywhere. Just what I wanted. By that time I was eager to open the door and go through. Upon opening it, a man walked up with a cane. Noticing he was blind, I directed him to the door, then he badmouthed me, saying that sighted people these days thought themselves too good for anyone else. It was then that the view really sunk in—no people anywhere. What there was showed it'd been improved for blind people.

I quickly went up a main street, stealing clothes from a clothesline. My point of view switched to one of the hunters. I saw myself in black pants and different coloured shirt climbing up a slide on a hillside trying to get to the top, thinking that I'd be easy to find in that getup. I went over the edge.

Back in myself now, over the ridge I found myself in a vegetable garden. I stared at the people working with them—they all looked the same. Clones! Two types of clones, actually. I quickly headed out, but somehow I found myself in their hospitality, and talking to an old woman and a younger woman and a young girl while driving along in a car. I found myself understanding that a nuclear war had made them all sterile. The last person born was this girl, and she was a miracle. Everyone else was being cloned. I peered out of the window and notice that a weird-looking balloon was heading our way: the hunters! I freaked out and tried to hide before realising the chances of them seeing me in the van were slim. Still, I convinced the women that going to the local … somewhere we're not supposed to … would be a good idea. While watching I noticed that the balloon had been veering and then crashed into the ground. I heaved a small sigh of relief at this.

We went into the building, which I found was an impound building, and hid out for a while. At sundown I decided that it was time to leave, so go out the back door—only the sheriff and another armed man saw us and thought we were up to nefarious activities. They started shooting so we climbed up the dirt wall to the barriers, and I tried to convince the women that we'd have a better chance of surviving if we went over. They were scared. The barriers were wire fences with barbed wire at the top; I gave the mother a stuffed toy for the girl so she could help her over. The girl hit the other side with a small splat. The woman went over, then I put the soggy jumper on the barbed wire and went over myself. The elderly woman couldn't make it. We'd only made it that much because at sundown the power went down for a few minutes and the fence was unelectrified.

On the other side the land was obviously radioactive. Mud was squishy. I suddenly realised I was the Doctor (of Doctor Who) and guided the woman around fearlessly. I was looking for ambrosia (of Xena) as it was the only thing that would save us. In amongst the mud I noticed a glowing area and checked it out. Removing the cover surface of mud, liquid roiled below. An orange was spreading from it and I thought that it was ambrosia but wasn't not certain. I watched the orange suffuse the liquid and finally stuck my hand in. The mud itself was glowing. Out comes a rubbery orange substance and I took a bite. Nothing bad happened to me so I passed it onto the woman, the girl first taking a bite, then the mother. She pronounced it to be ambrosia so we chewed quickly. Spotlights came onto us: the hunters found me. They found the ambrosia! We relaxed against a smaller fence and looked at where they were coming, waiting. They captured us and quickly removed the ambrosia, throwing it over the fence to hang there. I laughed, knowing that the ambrosia would now lose its powers quickly. I need not worry.