A bunch of people are running from men with guns. We're in a big field, but hiding in a dilapidated barn and behind a fence that's overgrown with plants. Two little kids are playing with a toy wagon out in the open, and the men come up behind them. I scream at them to run, but the men catch them. They catch us all, and round us up in a worn, metal
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