Christmas Day 2008; 7:35 AM
I had walked for hours passing the other farm only to find that its owners were gone on vacation. It had snowed during the night so the ground was covered in a heavy white coating. My legs and arms were weary, but I knew that my only hope of finding out what happened the night before was getting to the sheriff's office less than a mile away. I looked behind me and saw a large patch of scorched earth from where the light had been. The ground was completely black and the trees were barren. The only things that had survived were farms and fence posts. Even they were badly burned. Everything seemed like it had been painted over with a black haze. The air seemed thick and everything was misty. I walked on un-aware of the pain that racked my whole body. I looked ahead and saw the sheriff's office in the distance. There was a dim light on inside and I could see the silhouette of a man sitting at his desk. I ran through the blackened snow towards the office. When I reached the door I noticed certain un-easiness around the town. Normally there were people out around this time of day. Still perplexed I walked into the sheriff's office. I looked around for the sheriff and spotted him in the corner sitting in an arm chair reading the paper. I'll never forget the expression on that mans face as he read the paper. It was a mixed feeling of fear and confusion. It embodied my own feelings and what I imagined the rest of the world's feelings to be at that point in time. As I stood there he looked up at me with a fearfully suspicious gaze. He opened his mouth and said: "Oh no, not another one of you. Listen to me boy you need to get away from here and get away fast. They are rounding up anyone who's been near the farms at the end of the road. Run now before they catch you."
I did not even bother to give him a second glance I knew what he meant. He was talking about the men in the white suits who had taken my family away. I nodded silently and then ran out of the store into the bitter morning. As I ran out into the street I noticed a familiar black van parked down in front of the convenience store. The men in the suits were talking to the store owner. They pulled him from behind the counter and took him into the van. I recognized him as one of the other farm owners near my house. As the men walked out they spotted me. I stood rooted to the spot in fear. They began to walk towards me and I ran behind the sheriff's building. I heard them shouting "he's the one, the one were missing" as they came towards me. Without any second thoughts I took off towards the main road and the nearest city, Seattle.