This story can only be told because of death. It is not the entire story
enough of one to know that it is real. There is freedom in imagining the
end of the world. (we were confused by the sound of a storm
rolling in. Then there was the awful kidnapping on Christmas
Day...AAAAWWWWWBBBBB. What else can I say? They told me that
they were heros, that I should kiss them for they rescued me from the
'animals'....Unfortunately, I never did find out if he lived or not
after they beat him to the ground before my very eyes. Now the untold story
is told and I am slightly free of it.