A handful of kids were playing outside of one of their suburban american homes. To their parents it looked a chaotic but these kids were playing the most intricate game they could come up with. The bossy one was making up new rules to the ones she established only a few moments before. It was late afternoon and the sun was a weak yellow shining through the trees. As they were playing, something came over them - like a switch turning on a light bulb. It came to them like something they suddenly remembered while doing something else totally unrelated. It came with mixed emotions. The kids became more happy, almost giddy; they became anxious and angry, almost like a nervous panic. Their blood began to flow violently. Their veins wanted to pop due to the pressure - it was that feeling of excitement that makes your body jump or skip. They all honed in and with camaraderie began to sprint down the road. Their energy only increased as they ran and by the time the got to the end of their street the found others doing the same thing. People of all ages as far as the eye could see were running in the same direction: west.
As these kids ran they were joined by hundreds until they were no longer noticeable. The mob continued to the nearby turnpike where everyone seemed to gravitate. There were many in cars trying to move west but there were too many people on the road to go anywhere. Eighteen wheeler trucks were at the mercy of ten year-old kids and ninty year-old men. Cars on the other side of the highway were wrecked and slowly navigating through the wreckage because they all decided to turn around and only a few succeeded. The mob ran down, beside, and around the highway all trying to go west. You could see people running in the trees next to the highway like indians staking an ambush on their enemies. There were even men on horses trying to make their way west. They were Spanish Conquistadors in full garb. Each one looked exdactly the same with his new but dull armor, dark orange under garments, and brown haired horses. The all had fully grown beards that were thin but not well groomed - as if they once were well-groomed but are too far and too long away from home to care or notice. These men rode fiercely down the highway keeping together and making amazing time. It was as if Ponce de Leon rose from the dead hearing that the fountain of youth was spotted but still not discovered.
As time went on people began to spread apart. Everyone was still full of energy but were trying different routes to move along faster. The kids found themselves in a big field full of haystacks. The grass a deep green and the hay a very bright tan color. As they continued to run they found the Conquistadors on their backs. They shouted at each other arguing whether to hide or to keep running. They did not know if the Conquistadors were friendly or an enemy. After about a minute of that the bossy girl took charge. She demanded everyone to follow her and of course no one protested. They were led behind a haystack to hide. They sat and waited until the heard a horse coming. It's hoofs got louder and louder and heavier. They could hear the horse grunt and neigh almost in pain. Before they could understand what had happened they found the horse and the Conquistador dead right by the haystack. The kids looked at them in a wide-eyed but calm fashion. Again they acted like a democracy and argued about what to do next. Their fearless leader took charge of her subjects and decided to cover him up with a wagon that the hay was carried on. They all moved the twenty feet to the wagon and began to push. It was very heavy for only a few children but the managed to get it next to the man and his horse. They then, following orders, pushed the cart over on it's top with their feet and it landed and covered most of the victims. They then quickly started running only to hear more hoofs on the ground - an army of them. The scurried back to the haystack and waited for them to come. The leader found his wayward soldier and knew something was arry. He looked carefully around and the children were frightened. They didn't have much cover and they could easily see him so it was inevitable that he would see them. The leader looked carefully but hurriedly - he had to press on towards the west. He looked right at the kids but didn't see them. He called his troops and the moved on and the kids were relieved.
