They called them "Safe Zones" but they weren't safe at all.
My wife , my ten year old son, Micheal and eight year old daughter, Lori were heading up to Gwen's dad's lake house for the weekend, we were going to make it a family vacation and wait til this all blew over but we stopped at a red light, three of those thing attack us, a fight ensued because they grabbed my son out of the front seat, my wife was in the back trying to sheild our daughter from it when they burst through the back windsheild and bit my wife, she was badly wounded from a bite to the neck and I got bit trying to help my son who was covered head to toe in scratches.
" Ted, Lori got bit while I was trying to get them off her." My wife said gruffly showing my daughter's gaping wound on her left arm.
They stopped us at the California state line, they saw our wound and proceeded to pull us from the car forcefully, they loaded us into the white vans they had on the scene and said they were taking us somewhere safe to rest and get well. ( yeah, my ass.)
I knew all of us were dead from the time we climbed into the van and could hear my wife and daughter screaming for me and Micheal.
After a few hours of coughing up blood and feeling as though I was nascious, The van stopped at a place filled with cages that had rows and rows of beds with very sick people on them, women, children and even a few old folks, the men and boys were in seperate cages than the women and little girls, I don't know why though, I just wanted to hug my daughter and wife to me and tell them everything would be okay, my vision was fading in and out and in the name of the place I saw the word Saint, I couldn't for the life of me remember the name of that Safe Zone, Saint. . .
This couldn't be the same place, this reminded me of those pictures of the holocaust death camps I used to see in my history books, they walked my family through a line of caged dogs which began yowling , snarling and barking like mad when a line of maybe twenty people including us went through then suddenly, my daughter and wife were being pulled in the opposite direction toward a cage full of vomiting, coughing and crying women and young girls ranging from the the age of infancy to teen years, I couldn't believe my eyes, were we still in America cause I had only heard about things like this happening in third world countries where people like me with our fancy suburban houses and our minivans and ferraris didn't go but here I was watching myself and my family being forced into cages like wild animals.
A few minutes later, a bullhorn or a intercom came on and a female voice " Do not panic, if you follow our proceedures and be patient , we will have you well and back in your homes in no time at all."
"BULLSHIT!" I covered Micheal's ear as more and more of the sickly men became riled and swore like sailors at our troops.
A bunch of the military doctors came in and took samples of our blood then not long after that they took men and boys out of the cages after binding their hands and blindfolding them even gagging some who seemed really out of it in groups of twenty or thirty then lined them up single file against a wall right in front of the rest of us and fired thier rifles point blank into their heads, I saw them bring out the first women with my wife and daughter and a group of us men tumped over our cage trying to get to our wives and daughters but it did no good and it was all over before we could even blink.
I knew my son and I were next, Micheal was sobbing, his tears weren't clear though, they were blood, I wiped them away but a guard saw and ripped him out of the cage I ran out only to meet the butt of a rifle with my face, they lined us up with the next group of men and one by one started shooting. . . .