Runaway

We are...?

I felt a tough hand push my shoulder as I opened my eyes with consciousness. I don't remember falling asleep...but here I was, standing up, in a line with around twenty students. Some were young, elementary children and some were older. Middle schoolers, and also college students, just like I was.
Looking to the air, you would think it was the evening. The air looked like it was about to snow. No proper sunshine, just... bright gray. As if there was a filter on it. But it didn't feel like anything, no cold. Niether hot! I felt the confusion running into my veins up to my brain that woke me up from the numbness I felt all over my mind and body. I stayed silent, not being sure if I was mistaken about the situation. I felt like my hands were handcuffed, but they were not. The men were directing us into a tram... But an old one, no, not that old, was it even a tram, maybe it was a train. But no, it wasn't! As I lifted my foot and stepped inside, I felt the silence that took over the vehicle. The inside was wider than a tram, only it's outside looked like a train. But it didn't matter anymore. Why were all these children here... The faces were blurry, I couldn't read their faces and tell how they felt about it. Was this silence caused by their fright, or maybe they weren't complaining afterall. Did only I not know what was going on?
As I started walking slowly towards the corridor, other children were stepping inside and following my back. I heard one of the men shout "You're all lices, you can't go out! Unless we tell you to." Wait...lices? What did that mean? Suddenly I saw everyone in a lice costume... they had antennas on their heads and the costumes were too big and fluffy somehow, since when lice are fluffy? It looked gross.
I had took place in the very back of the 30 metre vehicle by then and spotted a guy dancing in the costume. Most of the people were standing because the vechile had very less sits. Just some poles so we could hang on.
I stared at the guy for a while, trying to see his face more clearly. I don't know how and why, but I felt like he was more concious about everything than the others. So I decided to keep an eye on him. Maybe he knew what was going on.
As the vechile moved, all costumes dissapeared and everyone was in their daily outfit. So, did that mean I was hallucinating? How weird... I was worried someone gave me drugs and sad that the reality I thought wasn't the reality. I wanted to know the "truth" about which situation I was in, was that too much? But here I was, unaware of everything yet still couldn't seperate the real and the fake.