We are living in some zombie apocalypse world.
On a city street at night. Donald Trump gets out of a taxi. Though he is not responsible for the zombie apocalypse, he has used this for his own ends and to get more power. He is absolute evil. He is our enemy. I ask him 'how long would you survive without us?' He smiles at me - he doesn't care. He knows that we - the people - protect him from the zombies and he doesn't care.
I have a weapon - some kind of whip composed of four snakes. I hit him with it and it has no effect. He finds it amusing. I know that later on I will be in trouble with him.
The hospital is a safe place - at least outside is. It is daylight. I am travelling around the outside of the red brickrd buildings trying to find a way back in. I do not seem to be walking - maybe flying? Maybe my point of view zooming fast without a body, like a videogame? I see an orderly at a door, struggling with a zombie - perhaps the zombie is in some kind of bag? He throws the zombie on the floor in the bag and I stamp on it. I get back into the building this way.
A bright, white corridor? Is it clear of zombies? Am I safe?
We are leaving the hospital - it may be a prison too - perhaps run by Donald Trump. I am in a room with Bea and Doreen from Prisoner. Bea has agreed to a 'changeover'. This is a special skill that Doreen has - to change someone's gender. Bea will become a man - it will be less dangerous for her in the trials to come.
I ask her how long the changeover will take. I want her to turn me into a girl. They both go silent - was I not meant to ask the question? I know the answer anyway - it is an hour. Doreen has Bea's toes in her mouth. I can see that Bea's foot is crusty, yellow and unpleasant.
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