Walking down my childhood street, I stopped abruptly when I saw a mother elephant walking down the sidewalk with her baby elephant. They too stopped abruptly when we then saw a mutant-elephant mother/daughter pair doing the same. The faux elephants had trunks protruding from the top of their skulls and moved with a hiccuping gait.
The almost-elephants crossed the street with ease, something the real elephants had hoped to do, and did, by drafting close behind them. After crossing they ended up in a green field, behind a massive gate.
Moments later a massive snow leopard attacked (it was roughly the size of the elephant). The five beasts engaged in battle while I hurried away.
I was then aware that I was in the western side of Baltimore, and hurried out of the streets. It truly appeared as though it were a war zone. Buildings were half-rubble, parked cars exploded in fireballs.
I made my way through a dark, covered alley and emerged in a lush garden on the presumed safer side of the city.
