August 28th, 1964

     The jungles of Vietnam were war filled. Young men sat and waited to attack in the trenches. The scenes made hell look like home. Bodies were lying around shot and bloody. The men were nervous already. These visions weren’t helping. The strength was wilting away fast. But they had to keep fighting. It was their duty!

     Suddenly, a grey flag was lifted. The soldiers clutched their guns to their chests. It was time to move. The men rose to their feet and began moving forward. This would prove to be fatal.

     The troops charged forward with all of their might. But the results were deadly. Explosions went off left and right. The end was ugly. Most of the soldiers were dead. The rest of them dying. One soldier, Beau Floyd, crawled to the nearest Help Shelter. He tried to dial back home but the enemy bombed the shelter from an airplane. Beau’s hand slipped from the receiver and drop to his side. He was now with the angels in heaven.

     Back in Charleston, Debbie, Ann’s mother, sat asleep in her Southern garden while her newborn daughter slept in her basinet.

     December 25th, 2070

      The Kings’ room was barren. Only sound present was the TV. The lights were cut off except for the bathroom. Ann was lying face up in the full bathtub. She was only dressed in her lacy black bra and panties. Her left hand was cut and bleeding. The water was slowly reddening. She didn’t move an inch. The wall was sky high. Life seemed dead. But then, Ann began screaming and thrashing in the water violently.