[ WP ] You buy your wife a fun DNA home testing kit . The post arrives with her results , which you eagerly tear open to find she 's 37 % German , 38 % Cherokee Indian , and 35 % `` Unknown and Unidentifiable . '' Within moments , three black vans pull up outside your house , and there 's a knock at your door .

I'll never forget her face. Pale white like milk and glass. Her eyes were as wide as I'd ever seen them. Her attention changed from me to the large windows facing the front of the house where several black vehicles came to a skidding halt and sat humming. 
 
'Ca-Ca-' She could barely choke out the words. I grabbed her hands to comfort her and she grabbed me in return ever so tightly and lovingly. I ran my hands slowly through her hair as she buried her head into the nook of my shoulder trying to talk beneath hidden tears'Carl... what does this mean?' 
 
 *What does this mean? * I thought. I did n't voice it. I knew my voice would quiver. I knew it would break like hers was right now. I could feel the fear radiate from her through my hands. I could feel her terror and I to began to become consumed by it the longer I pondered the thought. *What does this mean? *. I looked at the paper again and slowly mouthed the words to my self once more. 
 
 There was a loud sound of a latch clanking that instantly drew my gaze from the letter onto the vehicles. Three men were outside now. One standing with a pair of binoculars facing in our direction. Right through the window. *He's looking at us.*. His comrades were unloading a big black bag from the passenger side of one of the vehicles while several other men had now gathered behind them dressed in what could only be perceived as some form of armor. *Swat gear? *. I could see Evelyn was looking to. *She's so scared. I know she is. I'm so scared. Who are these people? What are they doing here? *. I gulped and took Evelyn's moist cheeks into my large hands, bringing her shaking glances to my face. *What is she? *'It'll be ok.' I managed to speak'I promise we'll be fine. I do n't know what this is all about, but I know it's not good. We've got to get out of here.' 
 
 I grabbed her jacket off the kitchen chair and threw it to her. She began putting it on slowly as she looked around in a frantic panic.'Go!' I remember shouting as I pointed to the back door. She followed the direction of my finger with a nod while I shot a glance back out the window. There were more than a dozen men there now. They were armed with all types of guns and pistols and all of them were aimed directly for our house. I turned to follow her just when they opened fire. 
 
 The walls seemed to be turned into Swiss cheese in seconds. Hot lead whistling by inches from my face and lips. Bullets struck and obliterated my appliances through out the kitchen. The microwave imploded and slammed to the floor with an electrical snap and sizzling hiss. I seen my TV turn into a window, the empty smoking frame flying from an adjacent room to land next to me with a deafening crack. On all fours I crawled and managed to get my self out the back door. The endless, deafening pops of gun shots was the only sound present. Ears were filled with the ringing of the metaphoric bell of our inevitable fate. *Where was Evelyn? * 
 
 I looked around for her on the back porch which I had just tumbled into. *She should already be here? * It was hard to see through the wisps of bullets kicking up debris and the black smoke growing from inside from a now growing fire. I only had one good eye at this point in my life anyway. An accident earlier in my life had stripped me of the normal 20/20 vision a normal man would have, but I had survived and made due. I would not use my handi-cap as an excuse to let the love of my life die. I could not. I would not. I could not - lose her. 
 
 Frantically I searched. Eventually crawling out the back door and landing hard on my stomach outside. Crawling arm over arm I made it through the back side garden just in time to see Evelyn being pulled by two large men in black suits into the back of a van. They drove away before I could even stand. But then a loud roaring drew my attention and up the road, in the distance, I could see a big blue truck rocketing towards the direction of my house, where the men still gathered with their guns. 
 
 I seen a shadow then barreling out of the speeding truck. I had observed upon the truck, in the moment of a blur, that the entire back of it was loaded with barrels of some liquid or chemical. The armed men in the front never seen it coming and if they did lacked the time for any type of maneuver to avoid this disaster. There was an explosion. A fireball rose up into the sky, eating the air around it with snarling snaps and pops. Licking flames splashed across the yard, consuming the men in armor melting breaths of fire that seemed spewed from the depths of hell its self. The sound was doom. A rumbling like the hungry belly of a starving giant. Some men screamed and slapped them selves to put out the unquenchable fire that crawled up them like twisting snakes of death, but most men did not, for they lay in pieces and parts and burning remnants of what use to be a person. 
 
 I turned slowly to the approaching figure and recognized my aging father immediately. *How did he know to come now? How did he know these men would come? *. He was dripping wet with sweat and shaking. It had been awhile since I'd seen him and now strands of gray ran through his hair as well as the stubble on his chin and face. Blood was smeared all over his clothes and skin. He looked to be as if a man who had just survived some vicious skirmish in war. 
 
'Dad?' I choked out. The emotions at this point were a waterfall. I was so confused, yet so thankful that this man's face, the face of my father, Old Man Rick, was the face before me.'Evelyn, they....they took her.' I fell to my knees in tears then. The weight of the world and complete horror was upon me. My father took a deep breath and leaned down. He placed both hands on his knees and looked at me. The look is something you do n't forget when it comes from a dad. It was stern at first, then caring and filled with love and comfort. 
 
 He put a hand on my head and mused my hair like he always use to when I was a little kid. He learned down, his strong grip that I had always remembered firm on my shoulder.'Carl...' he said cooly. His gaze never left me.'Get in the fucking house.'
