DT 2021: Running

The bunkers were full.
Streets flooded with desperate crowds running towards the spaceport, weaving between abandoned cars. Others ran over and swam under bridges. Some hopped over stalled maglev trains.
Narrow neighborhoods corralled escaping masses like cattle. No one looked back at the unyielding pursuers as the hum of plasma engines announced their approach.
“Rolan, get up!”
The middle-aged man jolted at his screaming wife’s voice above the terror. His eyes darted away from a trampled baby corpse. Sabina cradled their dear little Bless; an immediate relief.
The family continued sprinting as the night sky boiled under bombarding alien hellfire.
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