Recollection

I remember getting outside through my back window after not finding Melissa. My hope at that point was dwindling, I was afraid. A shadow of fear had just found its way into my life, only coming now and then, but I called it off and got rid of it without a problem. I was tough, more particularly mentally. I could handle alot, but this was just an extravagently rare succession of events.

I remember hearing chants of the mob and the breaking of bottles and the clashing of bats and fists; all of which took place literally outside my home. I remember being able to barely see the scene thanks to the dim streetlights, but looking back I am thankful there was at least something. There seemed to be just a bunch of disgruntled people wandering infront of my house, but I soon came to the realization that this was a serious event. No laughing matter, in fact.

It was only when I heard a gunshot fired that everyone went even more crazy than before. The one shot set off several others and soon it seemed like it had turned into an every-man-for-himself scenario. I remember people screaming with pain, agony, and most importantly turmoil. As I witnessed these horrible things take place under the poorly lit lights, I'll never forget what happened next.

Several caravans pulled up, seeming to have a great sense of haste with them. The doors opened, but only for a brief second. The police, at that point, convincingly seemed to have the upper hand. The protesters were shoved by the dozens into the caravans and then driven off. There were at least 10 cars that came and took people away. There were at least 40 protesters or mob members, whatever you want to call them, so the numbers seemed to even up.

Once the vehicles were out of sight, I took off running down the road. I needed help, answers, and some form of safety, and yes, I needed it fast. Other than those caravans there were no other cars on the road. It was so dark that the brutal destruction that had taken place and the blood that had been spilled that night could not be seen, at least for now. I was barely able to make my way to the supermarket, where I was sure there would be at least one person that could tell me the honest truth about what was going on. There is where I met Timothy, in the produce aisle. That's where he shared his story with me.

He was an employee of the super market and had keys to the place. He was the only person there when I walked in. The parking lot was packed to the max, but they were all left vacant amidst the chaos and the uproar. All of the lights and cooling systems within the store were still on, so it wasn't like the power was shut off, the people were just gone. Just like that. Out of thin air. From that point on, Tim and I gained each others' trust, and we uncovered more and more about that night from there on out. He kept his keys handy, thank God, so we could get in and out of the store when was necessary. There were two backpacks in the back of the store which we used to carry our daily essentials. We made a plan to always stay together until we were able to either find a detailed explanation of these mysterious events or we found another group of survivors. But even two years later, our hopes remain high, but our results remain empty.  This brings us up to date with the current day where we are wandering still, just trying to find any kind of survivor. Any. At all. But, sadly, it became more and more real to us that we may, just be, the only ones left alive in our area. Because if anyone else was out there, they were excellent hiders.