They had witnessed it, the bullets barely breaking the first one’s skin, the grenades being shrugged off. Nothing they had in their artillery could ...efeat these things, nothing in the world could protect them. It was terrifying, because they hadn’t just been knocked a couple places down the food chain, the difference between them was so great that their enemy didn’t seem bound by human rules, by human reasoning.The president and his subordinates tried to calm the soldiers, managing to at least. I kept trying, while Vera, Alex, and Zoe all tried mouth-to-mouth. When the emergency team arrived, they found Dad as cold as ice and not breathing at all, my every attempt vain and useless. They took over for several more minutes, but nothing seemed to work. They check Dad’s pulse. Nothing. Nada. Gone. He literally had no pulse at all, not even faint. They shook their heads, but then tried to revive him through electrical shock.Repeated efforts continued to be fruitless. Time ticked by ... all. If you hadn't been holding me up I would have fallen to the floor. Let me give you a call after the concert." She handed me a Sharpie and pointed to the top of the dresser. I wrote down my name and number and left. I really didn't think much of it, we hooked up and I honestly didn't think she would call me, but around 12:30 my phone rang. It was her and she asked me to come over. When I got there she was sitting on the porch. She had on a new t-shirt from the concert and a mini-skirt. She had. ’ He jiggled his knee nervously. He hadn’t spoken to anyone about how he felt about his life since Hamid had shown up on his doorstep six months ago. Dr. Moll was the second therapist he had seen. The first one, Carol Huez, had pissed him off beyond belief, she didn’t want to know how he felt, all she wanted was the details of his personal life and then she threw them back in his face. He felt like she was accusing him the way his dad did and it just made him feel defensive. He knew he was a.