Escape from Mexico

Date: 3/29/2018

So I was living in a post apocalyptic Mexico realm. I was the granddad of a bunch of kids and I wanted to take them to see their gravesite. I took them all to the edge of a cliff and jumped. On the cliff sides there were all sorts of colorful mushrooms. I bounced off the mushrooms until I reached the ground. The littlest children did the same. One of them touched a small, brown mushroom. I said “NO NO U DIDNT TOUCH THAT WASH IT OFF YOUVE STARTED THE MEXICAN APOCOLYPSE DONT FUCKING TOUCH ANYBODY” the little kid ran to me and wiped his hands on my pants. The little kid was rotting before my very eyes and I was beginning to do the same. Something came over me and I touched all the kids except one, who was already escaping. Suddenly I was the espacing kid and I saw half my family rotting beneath me. I knew that the apocolypse had begun and I had to get out. I rolled away in the fancy Jeep belonging to my now dead grandfather. The dream cut to a plaza, which I knew was my home. An old woman came out and was like “ WHERE ARE THE FAMILY” I said “apocolized”. One of my best friends came up and said “we have to escape to the states” so apparently the only way to kill the virus was through strawberry products like syrup or jam. Anything that got in the proximity was infected. Anyways, we decided to bring a a few people along with us. We went nextdoor to two peoppe (they exist irl and ic homophobic and racist) we asked them to come with us. One of them said “no. This is where god put me to help the dumb brown people through their own gay browned. God put me here sooo he can’t kill me. Fuck off” the other one grudgingly agreed. Armed with a giant tub full of strawberry products, the three of us made our way across barren lands (these were dry and filled w cacti not necessarily looking like from Mexico” first we rode on an abandoned pushcart thingy. We reached the main city and we could see the people’s panicked faces Bc of the apocalypse. The only way out of Mexico was on a highly secured train. The states were taking to chances at the apocalypse crossing the border. We tried to get on the train but we were turned away; too poor. I bit my lip and walked alongside the train tracks for hours; the other two following me. Finally, we reached the border. There was a large plastic wall between Mexico and the states. A female security guard stood watching us. We stripped ourselves of all of our clothes and proceeded to pour all the strawberry products on each other’s naked bodies. The security fairs stood watching us. Finally. She grudgingly opened the wall and tossed us all into a steaming vat of strawberry jam. We were safe; in the states for good.