The ride back is nice, past barns, fields of corn, good ol’ homestead life. The radio cuts on- Our rights for security, dark days brewin’, I’m tellin you now! I bang on it and it cuts off. It cuts on again, a different channel this time, Our army has received more funding as of late, are we preparing for another war? “Goddamn-“ I switch the channel to some nice country.

  The ground shakes below me, I grab at my heart- Brakes squeal, heart’s breakin’. Deep pain etches into my body, every artery, waves of hot and cold through my body, all as the channel changes, Magnitude of - it switches channel, Mole-People sent by the guvermeant! - The pains stop and I pant. We don’t know what’s safe anymore! Something breaks through the asphalt road, a mole big as the truck. It runs off the road and starts trampling through the corn.

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  It’s hard to breathe, veins look bigger too. What’s goin’ on? Jets fly over, transport planes drag behind. Something’s going down. I put her into drive and U turn, gun it towards Houston. Moles eat up all the crops, they fight with big black crows over the stuff. My bones try to leap outta me as a giant black bear tackles a mole, tears a chunk out it’s neck.

  Gunfire blazes ahead, corn, corn, military Jeeps and their guns roar, merge onto my road. A giant bear chases em’ My truck roars, screeches as it’s side slams the bear off the road. He bounces into a field in my rear view mirror as I catch up to them. I steer real close and a soldier looks over. I shove my ID out the window and the guy swipes it. Truck swerves away and the guys raise their fists and smile. That ain’t a salute, what is that? With a smile, I look down at my arms, a wave of energy rushes through me, feels like I’m young again.