It was the end of the world. Aliens had attacked and the planet was slowly morphing into some kind of alien artform.
I had joined a resistance group as a photographer but the army-types in the group kept interfering with my attempts to document what was happening and I had to keep hiding from them in this house we had commandeered. This meant I kept getting locked out at night and missing out on meals.
While hiding from one guy with a gun I found a section of the house I hadn't seen before, filled with old (early 80s) computers. I started taking photos and going from room to room looking for more new things. I had to hide again and found a back door that wasn't there before. Outside, instead of a veranda, there were white rocks with pools of stagnant water and lots of moss everywhere. I forgot about the army-types and started jumping from rock to rock and splashing in the water. They heard me and I was hauled back to the main part of the house and told off.
I noticed there were lots of kids around and found someone to ask. "We're sending some people to a new planet." said a guy who looked a lot like someone who was in my geography class in Year 9. I realised that while I was photographing computers they'd done a sort of raffle to decide who would go. I found some disgruntled scientists in a hallway and commiserated with them about being non-mainstream and thus discriminated against.