I had a really scary dream last night, I tell you.
Okay so my family and I lived in a big coastal city. Which was fine until a giant octopus decided it would be fun to start destroying whatever and killing whoever it could reach (it had a pretty long reach). It parked itself around the only bridges that led to the rest of the country and generally became a problem. The cops ordered everyone to stay away while they tried to kill it, but it didn't work out. Then they changed the orders to evacuation, via car--attempting to drive past the thing. The condition was that only half a family could go in one car and had to take members of another, to "help ensure a more varied group of survivors." As if the rest of the U.S. was destroyed and needed to be repopulated...
My mom and I stayed behind while my dad took my sister and two strangers. I told them, "We've been pretty lucky our whole lives, don't you think? We'll probably meet up"
The news on TV showed that it was nigh impossible to drive past the friggin' kraken but I got a report back saying my dad (as well as some other drivers) successfully made it. I was about to call him when I woke up.
Apparently helicopters don't exist.