Lets go fly a bike...

I was in a familiar place, very much like downtown Greenville, but with a feel of Broadway at the Beach too. There were lots of people, tourists mainly. It was a nice day; sunny and warm. The trees were all full of green and it was windy. Perfect for kite flying.

I was 'flying' a bicycle. My feet didn't touch the ground, I floated above it at about the height I would be if I were actually bicycling. Above me, a bike flew through the air, guided by some strange remote control in my hands. Not only was I floating a few feet of the ground, my feet were pedaling through the air as if I were bicycling. I watched the bicycle fly through the air and guided it carefully around trees, careful not to hit any of the buildings surrounding the streets. I was aware that the bicycle was very heavy, as a bicycle would be, and so was careful not to let it crash to the ground and hurt anyone. For this reason also, I had to keep it in sight at all times.

The people around me were all entranced, but not as they would be realistically. They had the sort of amazement on their faces as one of us would were we watching a unicyclist, not a man flying a bicycle. The crowds grew heavier and heavier, all of them very excited at my talent and I had to work harder and harder to keep the bicycle from killing someone. There were festival tents set up now.

Around a corner, I lost sight of my bike and panicked. I raced around the corner, trying to guess as to where it was, and finally saw it high above me, racing towards the clouds. I angled it back down and over-compensated. It nosedived and crashed violently into the ground. It suddenly dawned on everyone watching how dangerous this could be, and they looked at me as though I were insane. I picked the bike up, rode on it for a moment to get it up to speed and then jumped to the side, pulling the handlebar up into a wheelie and then letting it fly back into the air.

Help

The wet grass bent against our shins, wetting the front of our pants, as we sprinted across the field. One of them was standing in the far right side of the field, a machete grasped limply in her hand. Her long hair followed around her as she turned slowly in circles. Her head was down, staring at nothing at all.

I was in front, running towards the nearest building. It was a condo, made of brick, with a steep porch stair coming up to the glass screen door. I turned. The other two survivors I had been traveling with were behind me. The girl had changed direction and was now running directly towards the woman with the machete. "No!", I yelled. "No time!" She turned back.

I was at the front door. It was open, the screen door waving slightly in the wind. I motioned to my companions and stepped through the threshold. The room was dark, but the television was on. I could hear something from the back of the condo. My companions came through behind me, shutting the door, bolting it.

An old woman came into the room and we all jumped, leveling what weapons we had on her. "Stop! We're not here to hurt you ma'am, we just need a place to stay. It's not safe out there." I raised my hands to show my lack of ill intent and looked back, nodding for my group to lower their weapons and relax. "I understand, please, come in." She was wearing a nightgown and looked to be in her sixties. We all wondered how she'd made it this far.

She closed the two doors joining the front room to the rest of the condo, but I opened them immediately.
"Is there anyone else in this house with you?"
"No, no one."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded.

I checked the house and found no one. I ordered my companions and our new housemate to close all the window blinds, turn the lights off and make sure all windows and doors were locked and blocked. We found towels, blocked up the windows to keep what light we had from attracting them.

I sat with the old woman. She introduced herself as Jan.
"I'm glad you could make it. I was beginning to worry about myself."