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had
revealed their position. A large group of deformed figures moved
toward them. The group slowly stumbled forward.
    “ GROOOWWWL!
    Boney
hands clutched handfuls of their hair and tugged on their clothes.
The coyotes were armed but they could not stop them. Their rifles
and machine guns inflicted heavy damage to the invaders. The problem
was that every time they took up a defensive position they were
forced to retreat because of their attacker’s animal like
cravings for blood and guts.
    The coyotes screamed for help but
most of us took off running. We had no weapons but that was not why
we didn't help. These were bad men who preyed on the desperate and
weak. Now something else had them pissing in their pants. Our only
chance make it out the desert alive was on our own. We had to get to
the coyotes van since we couldn’t have made it out of there on
foot. The keys were in the ignition and it was still running. “We
have to get to the van,
    “ I yelled out, “Stay
together!” “Go on. I'm right behind you,” my
brother responded.
    
    
     My
brother Anthony and I pushed and shoved our way through the crowd of
killers. The throng of attackers was slow moving but deadly. One of
those things grabbed my brother and bit a chunk out of his hand.
    “ CRUNCH!”
    
    
     Its rotted teeth sliced through his flesh making him
scream out at the top of his lungs.
    “ Help me Juan!” he
begged. “Get this guy off me.”
    
     I knocked it off him and we ran to the van.
    “ We have to get out of here
Juan!” he shouted. “Let’s go!”
    
     A couple of people
saw us get into the van and jumped in the back. Most of them were
just as confused as we were.
    “ Move over!” they
shouted. “Let us in!”
    They
had tears streaming down their faces and bloody clothes.
    “ What's going on man?”
someone yelled out. “Get out of here quick!”
    “ Shut the fuck up
motherfucker!” yelled Juan. “Be quiet and hold onto
something!”
    We
didn’t have time to wait for anyone else. I hit the gas yanked
the steering wheel hard to the right and drove it into the hoard of
killers. They didn't even try to move or leap out of the way. Their
bodies bounced off the vans grill and fell under the tires. Pieces
of purple, pink and burgundy tissue splashed against the vans
windshield. Everyone was very afraid as we set out. I had hoped we
would be able to find a road or highway. I drove through the rocky
desert terrain until we ran out of gas. Three of the other
survivors were hurt really badly. They were lethargic and
unresponsive because of the injuries that had been inflicted on
them. We did our best and tried to help them but we failed. They
died from their injuries. They went into shock and bled to death in
the back of that dirty van. Without a doctor there was no way they
could survive after losing that much blood. Anthony and me left
their bodies there and started walking. The terrain was rugged and
unforgiving.
    We
wandered the empty desert landscape looking for help and hoping we
didn’t encounter anything. Those killers could still be
following us. We both were hurt and had no water so we didn't get
that far. It is impossible to say how long we were out there. I
tried to find a path but got us even more lost. My brother wasn’t
looking that good. The deep gash in his hand stung and continued to
bleed. Together we had begun our journey to a new life but now it
was all about to end. At that point he was so weak he could barely
stand. We were spotted by a couple of spooked ranch hands riding
horses. They called the county sheriff and border patrol was
notified. Within minutes a black hawk helicopter was en route to our
last known location. We had just about given up hope when we heard
the helicopter approaching. As it got closer to the sandy desert
ground a small brown tornado of dust swirled around us. My brother
had started hallucinating so I sat him down in the shade from a
small mesquite bush. He was curled up on his side