I was on vacation with what I think were a bunch of classmates. It must have been over ten years ago. It was at the farm we used to stay at with my family. Suddenly, I noticed a bizarre ray of light on the horizon. It stretched from the ground all the way into the sky. I was like 'oh, no' as ran closer to have a better look. I thought it was a nuclear attack. But then, someone behind me yelled that it was a nuclear meltdown of a power plant. The alarm sirens went off, loud enough to be heard for miles. Everyone got into a panic and ran for their cars to get as far away from the site as possible. So did I. Oddly, I was driving the purple Opel Astra Break my family used to drive in the late 90s/early '00s.
I was being shot at. The bullets seemed to go in slow motion, but my own movements were slowed as well. I managed to dodge the first one. I tried to avoid the second and third ones, but quickly noticed it wasn't going to happen. The bullets hit me right in the face (not the head). Next thing I saw, was Claire mourning me. My view was in third person.