Lumenia

I'm watching a group of people huddled inside a boiler room. I'm there, but not there. They seem panicked and are making possible plans of escape. I watch as they come to some conclusion and huddle closer together. A woman, she might be the leader, tells them all that it's necessary to feed and to do so quickly. Half of them bite into the others flesh, drinking their blood. I feel like I should be startled, but I'm not. It kind of seems like a normal thing. One by one the blood feeders pull away from the others, blood all over their happy faces. I turn away from them towards the heavy steel door. There is a little window that opens and while I cannot see anyone looking in, I know someone is there and I know that's not a good thing. The window closes and the door opens. The group runs out and scatters. I step out of the room and I take in the scenery. I'm at my elementary school. People are being chased by other people, but these other people, while looking human, they aren't human at all. It's like they are imitations, zombies. I should be frightened, but it's like I don't have the time for it. A few innocent people hide behind me and I feel the need to protect them. Suddenly I'm holding a giant sword in my hands. It's obnoxiously huge in size and there's no way I should be able to hold it, but it's as if it were made for me and only me. It's blade is very bright, almost as if it were light itself. The imitations notice me and start charging my way. I kill them one by one as if I'd done this a million times. I kill many.