To save a love one's life, is to be saved. How could life move forward without knowing you have not done all that is possible. If love is distributed equally. How could you choose one love one from another. How could you move on knowing the one you didn't choose is forever lost. My heart tells me you can't, but must somehow focus on the love you choose, and forever hold memories close to heart.
Crazed Things Happen Day And Night In Small Towns
Being from the big city has groomed me to be overly cautious and sometimes, protective. I love being a husband and a proud father of one-my wonderful 12 year old son Denis Jr. One peaceful night, we were suddenly awakened by a phone call; it's my wife's family informing her that her favorite aunt has been found murdered. My wife cries; however I take the phone to offer our condolences. I call right after to make flight plans to travel to Texas to mourn with her and my extended family. We arrived the next day in Houston, Texas, to find out her aunt, and most of her family, has moved from one small town, to an even smaller town outside of the city.
"I must rent a car and get directions."
After a couple of hours in another traveling capacity- we've now arrived at the church were her aunt is to be laid to rest. Right away- I could see it was sadness and anger for what has happened to the aunt my wife and I have lost. With tears in her eyes she asked "What happened?"
My wife was told that her aunt had been missing for months and that a member of another family found her dead and badly beaten. My mind instantly went into cop mode, however with only these small details given to us, I focused my attention back onto my family due to the fact that my wife isn't happy at all, in respect that hearing her aunt was missing for months; however as a family we grieve over the loss. After the service the family tells us that it's a lot going on in town and that it's not safe being out after daylight.
"The people around here are coming up missing and later found dead, or resurrected from being dead."
"What?"
"The government ignores our plea for help; however it's not good to be out after daylight."
I can see my family is tired and emotionally drained from the long day's event, so my wife and I decided to go find a hotel to freshen up. A family member points out to me, "Please hurry back before it gets dark."
"I reassure you that we are going to return soon."
The elder of the family wanted us to stay to discuss more of what we needed to know, however being from the big city, and a cop, I wasn't scared. I would protect my family at all cost.
"We just assumed that there were gang problems or a murderer in this small town that needed to be captured-" Not fully taking in what we're hearing, we don't understand the true evil that existed.
"The hotel I found was quite a ways out of town."
After taking a small nap and changing into some comfortable clothing, we left the hotel right before the night time arose. I'm armed with a hand gun and it makes me feel somewhat safe; we're a little lost but I continue navigating my way through the small town till I come upon a gas station. I pull into a small gas station that appears to be recently abandoned; thinking 'where in the hell is the attendant.' It's was a message on the gas pump stating- 'pump and pay here,' with only an old aluminum bucket to place the money into. It was weird for me to see this; and unusual. The cop-in-me sees this as suspicious, and I pull off not willing to endanger my family. My gut tightens because I'm starting to feel a strange vibe that something was terribly wrong.
The darkness of the night has now caught up to us; it looks as if we've reached the town's historical neighborhood. I can't believe what I'm seeing -sights of crazed like townspeople start to appear on the sidewalks of this small town. I continued driving and then I decided to turn on the next block and my wife says our cell phone were useless. Suddenly we're thrown smack dab into the town's nightmare of the crazed- townspeople and they're all over the car. Windows are being broken; glasses piercing our skin. Strange evil voices are rippling into the vehicle as me and my wife try to fight off our attackers with all we have and more, however what looks to be townspeople overwhelming the car. I forcefully gas the car forward trying to jilt off any unwanted passengers, however it only worsened when the car came to a crash hitting a water hydrant.
I fire off a couple of bullets into the crowd of townspeople; I can't believe my bullets have no effect on the crazed townspeople. I'm down to my last bullets and we're in a tough fight for our lives. The crazed townspeople are appearing and closing in from everywhere.
I only have this one clip; I'm trying to conserve bullets by making every shot count. There are no obvious escape routes, however we have no choice but to try and out-run our attackers with our child. Abandoning the wrecked vehicle with only a small lead, we're running through a town that we're not familiar with, and plus it's dark. As we're hurrying frantically trying to try seek shelter or safety. We come to a dead end street that doesn't look safe for us- we've stumbled upon more crazed townspeople gathered in a group and it looks as though there's no escape; however I force my family to run faster.
With many corners and streets left behind us, we see more- and more, crazed townspeople. The small lead we had at first has dwindled and is becoming more of a nightmare and a footrace against time. I'll willingly sacrifice myself to save my wife and child, to get them to safety; however I push my family's conditioning to the limit. I'm starting to gain hope as we approach a quiet street with a huge house on the corner, but with careful deliberation I notice that there are more crazed townspeople and it's too late-we've been spotted. They move toward us in a rapid pace. There's no place for us to escape to, so I prepare my family to stand and fight because we're out of time.
Tired and exhausted, they're now upon us trying to rip my wife away from my clinched hand. I have to make the hardest decision for a father, or a husband. Right then, I have the choice to save my wife, or my only son; however my wife has been ripped from my hand and forcefully taken away screaming, kicking and fighting. I must somehow get my son to safety and return to save my wife. The thought of saving my wife seems impossible when I see she's been taken into a house where her screams slowly fade from my hearing. Holding tightly onto my sons' hand, I'm hurrying to find a spot for safety. Suddenly- I come upon a bush that had recently been reseeded and it exposes the root, so we hide there. I pull down the thick, leafy bush branches and quickly cover me and my son from being spotted. I quietly whisper words of comfort to my son but the tears continue to fall for his mother. I'm teary eyed from what has happened; however I cover his ears from hearing what is still going on amongst us.
We hide there until the dark night falls victim to the sunlight and then I fall asleep, to only awaken with confusion and blood pulsing anger for what has happened. The images of my wife being ripped from my hand causes me to pond the dirt as her scent still lingers on the sleeves of my shirt that she was fighting so desperately to hold onto.