It is never a good sign when your dream begins in an abandoned school. It was daytime. The problem in most post-apocalyptic worlds is what comes out at night.
That was definitely my concern.
I needed to lock the doors before it got dark.
The lock on each door was complex and seemed very secure. They were also shiny, new and well-maintained.
I engaged the lock on a door and followed along the inner perimeter to the next door.
I didn’t know what was coming, but it was bad. It could be zombies. Or roving bands of post-apocalyptic marauders.
I managed to work my way around to the school office and several ladies were working there as if they didn’t know the world had moved on.
