Help at Last!


 * I heard another man being dragged up the scaffolding to meet his
 * death today. It’d become so commonplace that I learned to just cover
 * my ears to block out the curses of the doomed men whenever it happened.
 * Even with my ears covered, I could still feel the thud as the ax robs
 * one more individual of life. And the cheers of the crowds continued to
 * fill me with fear and dread. I might have said a prayer in my heart for
 * this poor man (at least I thought I did), but I didn’t give him anymore
 * thought. I couldn’t believe how numb I’d become to it now. Another day,
 * another execution. Or so I thought.


 * This time didn’t end with the cheers of the mob. Instead I heard gunshots.
 * Confused by this, I carefully drew back one of the curtains to see what was
 * happening outside. (I did this at a great risk to my own life, mind you.)
 * I saw a man and a woman inside an adjacent building surrounded by that mob.
 * I thought they were goners for sure, but then I noticed that they were the
 * ones holding guns. It must have been them that fired those shots! The two of
 * them worked as a team as they ran into the square and took out as many of those
 * crazies as they could. I should have been shocked to see more death, but I think
 * I was more shocked just by the presence of those two.


 * While I was watching them, I heard a helicopter come out of nowhere and fire a
 * missile at a huge steel gate. The shockwaves rocked my house like an earthquake.
 * I don’t think anyone near the blast could have survived. When I looked out of my
 * window again, I saw that everyone except that man and woman had disappeared. I
 * guess they’re afraid of missiles.


 * It looked as if things had calmed down, so I grabbed my binoculars to get
 * a better look at these two crazy people. I mean you have to be crazy to think
 * you can take on thousands of people acting like rabid dogs! The woman looked like
 * she was from around here. She was wearing sporty clothes, and she had a gun belt
 * and a large knife. It looked like she knew how to use them. The man was wearing
 * similar clothes, but underneath his gun belt he wore a shirt that looked like some
 * kind of uniform. He looked pretty beefy, like an 80s action movie star. I saw he had
 * a badge on his sleeve that said BSAA. When I saw that badge, so many things just fell
 * into place for me. To the best of my knowledge BSAA only gets involved in situations
 * dealing with bioterrorism. I bet you somebody unleashed a virus or something to make
 * everyone start acting so out of control. It could be like a super version of mad cow disease.


 * Whatever it really is, I’m sure the BSAA brought some vaccines to help everyone.
 * Thank God for that. I also hope they brought some whiskey with them, because I haven’t
 * had a drink in forever. Wouldn’t mind sharing a drink or two with that cute female BSAA
 * agent either. I’m sure she knows a few good moves.


 * At any rate, I’m going to be OK! Thanks to everyone out there who got the word out.
 * Now I can go back to writing about the important things – booze and babes!