5 Meimi
One benefit of being pumped full of tranquilizers—you sure fall asleep fast.
In my dreams, I soar over a complex of brick buildings surrounded by gravel and blackened grass. Positive point: I’m wearing my hospital gown, so at least this isn’t one of those show up somewhere naked dreams. A broken sign on the pavement reads Ozymandias Chemical Factory.
Although I have no wings, I fly toward the largest structure in the complex of buildings. It’s a long brick affair that’s two stories high and topped by an arched roof. One chunk of wall has been completely smashed in.
Swooping downward, I move through the factory’s busted wall, stopping inside a small storage room. At one time, this place also served as a kitchen. Now the counters droop at odd angles. Smashed bits of porcelain lin
