1 wake up Introduction

"Wake up, wake up," she started in a low voice while trying to shake him hard from the deep sleep he was in. "I think there is someone in the house," she said, and in half closed eyes, looking at her in the dark room, he reacted by saying, "What?" When? Where" she answered "I told you there is someone in the house. He stood up wildly awake now and said call 911; I will go and check. He looked around and saw a baseball bat around the corner like it was kept for him in that place at that specific time. He opened the room slowly, trying not to make any sound, and moved slowly with no idea where to start the search or what to do.

Nema grabbed her cell phone and called 911, spending half her attention on the phone and the other half searching for the sound of her husband. She doesn't remember what the 911 operator told her after she reported that there was someone in her house, all she can remember is the sound that she heard and the sound of her husband screaming.

The next thing she saw when she opened her eyes was that she was in a white room, and everything that reflected on her eyes was white. When she tried to move her body to see clearly what was surrounding her, she felt pain all over her body, and she couldn't move a single muscle in her body. From the pain that she felt, she tried to scream, but there was no sound coming from her mouth. She closed her eyes again and passed out. For the second time she opened her eyes again, she was not alone. There were voices all around her, voices that seemed to be those of doctors and nurses. "Doctor, doctor, she is a wake," said one nurse beside her head. She tried to move her head toward where the sound was coming from but couldn't.

"Take it easy," said the doctor. "You just woke up from a coma." With wide eyes full of surprise, she asked with a low voice, "When was I in a coma?" "For how long?" And suddenly she remembered her husband and asked with a voice full of fear now instead of the surprise earlier a few seconds ago, "My husband?" is he ok? Where is he? My husband is he here? she asked again and again, with a voice that was almost hysterical now but without energy.

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In about 250 miles, in Arnot, sawmill creak. "Come on, hurry, they are behind us, hurry," said the young boy to his 10 year-old little sister. "I can't," she told him, "I am tired, I can't move," He paused and told her, "I will help, come on, lean on my shoulder, but we have to run and hide." She shook her head and said, "I know, but I can't," and started to slow down and stop. He grabbed her arm and put it over his shoulder, trying to support her. Although he wasn't that much older than her, but he knew that he had to take his sister and run with her as far as he could.

"Don't worry, we will rest soon," he told her, looking at her face full of tears, and started wiping her face with his free hand. Then she started crying, "I want to go home; I can't walk any more." "You know we can't go back home; they will catch us, and they will do that if we don't run and hide." It was almost dusk; the darkness was fading, but there was still enough light also. "Where are we going?" she asked again with a trembling voice, and before he gave her an answer, even he didn't know they heard a sound, and he said, "Hurry, they are behind us."

The pathway they are running on is narrow, and trees are all around it. Although the young boy doesn't know where it will lead to, he only knows that he has to run with his sister. "Did you catch them?" A voice over the two-way radio broke out loudly, breaking the silence. "No, not yet, but they are not far, sir," answered back the man who was holding the radio. "That is only two kids; they can't outrun you; you catch them before sunrise, and you know what to do."

The boy, who was himself unable to walk or move, let alone run, was holding his sister and moving as fast as possible with the first light coming on and the path being more clear than before, when he saw a small cabin in between the trees not that far from them. He thought to call for help and run towards the cabin, but he knew that the two men were also not that far behind them, and anything could happen.

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Somewhere in Cortland, New York, the phone rang in the middle of the night, and detective Young looked at his watch. He couldn't sleep, so he was flipping the remote, going through the TV channels. It was 2 in the morning, and without any thought, he picked up the phone and said, "Detective Young." He paused for a second to listen, then said, "I will be there in 20 minutes."

He didn't live far from the Cortland police department, so it would have taken him less than 20 minutes to reach there, but he wanted to take time to think of his job, his life, his lost marriage, his kids with his wife, and finally, he was giving a lot of thought to the offer he got yesterday from his brother in New York City, the "pig city," where he can see his children at least once a week. And if things go per his best wishes, he's maybe just maybe every day.

Suddenly he saw a bright light in front of him, the car is speeding towards him in his line, in shock he diverted the car into the other line, but it was too late, last he remember the big pick up truck hit him from the side and didn't stop there; it bushed him until the car flipped twice and ended up on the side of the road upside down, and between the hard hit, the broken window glass, and the air bag, all he felt was a severe pain at his head and his sight started turning off step by step and slowly, food steps beside his window and someone asking, another person, "is he alive?" " Yes, he has," answered the second man. "Let the other one grab him and combine him with the others before he gets conscious," and he ordered the first one.