At work one day, I walk outside. There are many trucks going down the road. They all have dangling things hanging in their beds. I do not know what they are. I have never seen anything that looks like them before. I see my girlfriend working at a help station. She is handing out beer to the workers. I thought that she was dead, but maybe now I don't. She hands me a white porcelain cup, she does not seem to know me. I am about to ask her where she went, but a school bus stops across the street. A group of children get out and line up to have their pictures taken. The golden haired boy is with them. I feel proud for him. A woman walks among them and gives each of them a piece of candy. She stands back and the photographer gets ready to take their picture. Only I realize that he is holding a machine gun and not a camera. I notice that there are a lot of photographers, and none of them have cameras. Some of the children are crying. They must not want their picture taken. I don't want their picture taken either. I yell at the photographers that they have the wrong things, but they don't seem to hear me. They shoot all the children.

—rat-ta-tat-tat—

They walk through the small bodies to make sure that they aimed okay.

I see my guard with them, he is laughing at me. He holds a biscuit out to me. I realize that I am hungry, so I walk over to him. I go to take it from him, but he stuffs it in his mouth. He laughs as the crumbs fall out. His boot is crushing a small hand. I don't think that the child cares anymore though. My guard isn't really a bad guy, if he had just given me the biscuit, I guess I would have forgiven him. I'm a respectable citizen now though, so I don't have to listen to him anymore.

Sieg Heil.