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Galloway Hills, Massachusetts - Thursday April 25, 2013 2:10 PM

   The streets of the quiet suburban town shook violently; parents gathered their children and rushed into their homes. No one knew what was going on. No one knew what awaited them. Soldiers dressed in white marched down roads with guns in grip, tanks and white buses following behind them. "Citizens of Galloway Hills please exit your homes and leave all belongings inside."
A guard stood on top of one of the tanks speaking into a bullhorn. "If you do not comply with these simple commands, you will be punished. Do not, and I repeat, do NOT attempt to flee, for we will find you and harsh measures will be taken."
  The McLean's huddled together in a closet in the master bedroom. Shiloh hid in Caleb's arm as their mother, Samantha tried to keep five year old Joey quiet. "Shh baby, please." She pleaded, but he continued to cry. The sound of soldiers and their gear grew closer to the room; John McLean wrapped his arms around his wife and three children.
   "It'll be okay. We'll be okay." Kissing the top of Caleb's head he gave them a reassuring squeeze. Tears slipped down the older McLean children's cheeks. They were terrified. The closet door was kicked in, and a few guards rushed in, grabbing the family and pulling them to their feet. Joey was taken from Samantha's arms and carried away crying, his eyes out. Samantha screamed for her youngest son. A guard shoved her to the ground by a guard.
   Caleb ripped away from the guard who was guiding him. "Leave my mom alone!" He tried to make his voice deeper and puffed out his chest.
   With a groan of annoyance, the guard raised his hand to swing at the young boy. His hand was caught midway: "Don't you dare touch my son." John's eyes narrowed at the man that stood about a foot shorter than him.
   Most of the neighbors had boarded the buses for transportation to God knows where; there were a few families that were in the process of boarding. "John, don't give them a hard time before you get yourself killed," said Hank Goulding, a family friend. He helped Samantha off the ground and gestured her to take the kids and follow his wife and daughter.
   John glanced at Hank, his grip on the guard’s wrist still very tight, "They have no right to be invading our lives," he argued.
Hank nodded and ran a hand over his light brown hair. "I understand where you are coming from, and I truly do, but think of your family. If you get yourself killed, who will protect them?" Hank had most definitely struck something in John by the look on his slowly aging face. Reluctantly John released the guard’s wrist and was pulled away from him by other guards who forced them onto a bus.
 
 
 
 

Boston, Massachusetts Thursday April 27, 2013 3:36

 
  The breaks of the bus screeched as it came to a complete halt; the guards at the front of each bus stood up and instructed the passengers off. People flooded out of each of the ten buses parked in front of City Hall.
 “What on Earth are we doing here?” Bridget Goulding, Hank’s beloved wife questioned, her hand clasped around her daughter’s small one.
  Before anyone in the group could answer someone cleared their throat into a bullhorn. “Citizens, we need all women and children to come to the front of the crowd.” It was the same guard from earlier, but this time he no longer had that horrible helmet on, his eyes so bright, yet so tired.  
People shuffled around, men not wanting to let their wives or daughters go, only to get hit with the butt of a guard’s firearm. Samantha and the children were dragged towards the front of the line by a guard; you could hear John’s yelling behind them. There were so many scared faces at the front of that crowd. Children clung to their mothers legs, as they cried; Samantha knew she had to be strong for her children, because right now being strong was all they had.
Kneeling down to the two young ones she wiped their tears with her thumbs. “It’s scary, I know. I’m terrified myself, but we cannot let them know we are scared. They’ll just use it against us.”
“But-But, what about daddy an-and Joey?” Tears trickled down Shiloh’s raw cheeks. The sound of his name just made Samantha want to cry, but she did not. She kissed her children’s foreheads and stood up.
There was a loud beeping and the doors to City Hall opened, a white cloud of smoke flowed out and there was a silhouette of a person: a woman. The young guard rushed towards the door and exchanged a few words with the woman, before she disappeared back inside and he spoke into the bullhorn again. “Women and children may enter City Hall at this time.”
As they were rushed into the huge building and directed to the end of the hall, beeping continued behind the door. When the doors were pushed open, to a large room was chairs similar to these in an orthodontist’s office were spread around the room. Guards ordered women and children to different chairs. At each chair was a young man or woman, possibly a doctor or nurse, with a syringe full of a mysterious purplish-green color.  One woman beckoned Shiloh over. She didn't budge. A guard yelled for the three McLean’s to go over to the last three empty chairs. Samantha reluctantly helped her two children into the chairs and then sat down herself.
“You won’t remember a thing,” They were told as the syringes came closer to their faces and the excruciating pain kicked in.