I feel less anxious now about our journey to the Capitol, but still determined to stop the president’s warmongering over the people of this dying nation. While his time will come to rectify what he has done, my only sense of urgency right now is to find out where Myra, Daniel, and the rest of the innocent people have been taken. We make our way around the city to the east so we are not totally exposed. We search the entire day from a distance for signs of rebellion, but there is absolutely nothing indicating any kind of activity, so we decide to move in closer to the city. While we drive downtown, there is a dead calm in the air. There’s not one living soul that welcomes our arrival, nor a single federal officer who awaits us. Thousands of body bags lie scattered outside of buildings, and the only sign of life that remains here is the death of a thousand screams still lingering in the humid air. It’s a bloody massacre. There is so much death that surrounds us that not enough body bags can cover the remaining carnage that lies rotting in the sun.
