The Bellevue Iowa Massacre

I don't know everyone's specific story, but they entered my house just after 2 AM. They were hideous, pig men, all pink and hairy. They kept making this screeching noise. They got my wife...before I could get to the 60 mm in the closet, and they got my daughter... before I could get to her room. All I remember after that is blood, and noise, and everything was a blur...until I dont know, I blacked out at some point.

I was woken up by Jeff Dunham, one of the clerks who worked at the local grocery store. I barely recognized him, he was filthy, covered in mud and blood and who knows what else. He helped me up, and got me out of the house.

The survivors were holed up at a restaurant down the street. I live in the heart of town so I guess I was lucky, there were enough people around me that we were able to put up some kind of a fight. I didn't feel lucky.

The next two weeks were hell. The pig creatures kept, attacking. We had some guns, some of us had knives, there was one guy who had an old antique cavalry sword. We barely slept, they attacked in waves, over and over. By the end most of us were dead. I felt dead.

Finally there were only a handful of us left. We decided to make a break for it. We gathered what weapons were left, said a prayer, and then rushed them. Two of our guys were taken down right away, a few others pushed on. I felt one of those things bite into my arm. I shook it off but they were all around us.

I don't know how we got to the van, but a few of us did, dazed, weak, almost delirious. They leapt on the roof but we took off at full speed, and ploughed through dozens of them. The one on the roof managed to rips through the steal, but Harry shot it in the face.

I don't know if we left anyone else back in that town. I don't know what happened to the pig men. All I know is that I left my life back there, and one day, I will be going back.