Dead and Forsaken (4 page)

“
Don’t touch me!”
she yelled before slapping his face in desperation.

“
Don’t act like that!”
he snarled as he tried to kiss her. “You know you want it!”

She
used her fists to pound on the chest of the larger man. He laughed
at her feeble attempts to get away before grabbing her by the throat
and forcing himself upon her. Her actions earned her a beating that
knocked her teeth out and broke some ribs. A short thick girl with
large breasts was slapped by her attacker for using teeth while
giving a blow job and lying motionless during sex. It went on and
on until they all had been raped repeatedly. It was hard to say
precisely how long it lasted. They barely gave them time to rest.
The coyote leader was a short fat bearded man. He watched silently
smoking a cigar and looking like a proud parent. Afterward many of
the victims were shaking and sobbing. Besides the tears we could
still see lingering signs of their struggle. The bruises and torn
cloths gave it all away. The whole event was dehumanizing.

The shock of what took place was
written all over the girls expressionless faces. Innocence was
replaced by a blank stare. As the victims emerged half naked
bystanders tried to comfort them and offered first aide. My brother
and I both sat silently with our heads hung in shame. It was surreal
and hard to endure but we had no choice. When they were done the
rapists hung their victims discarded bras and panties on a nearby
tree limb. It was already decorated from the belongings of their
past female conquests. These rape trophies were displayed to show
off the gang’s masculinity and power. Degrading the women
made them feel like men. The majority of these types of attacks went
unreported to American authorities because of the shame it brought
and their illegal immigration status. The victims didn’t want
to be deported by ICE and sent back to Mexico.

The coyotes were preparing to move
all of us immigrants to a drop house in south Phoenix. They told us
to pack our stuff up to leave. We were all huddle together in groups
about to load into the vans when they told us to be quiet. The
coyote leader heard gunshots coming from one of his look out
positions.

“
POP!
POP! POP!”

“
Get out there and see what
the fuck that was!” he ordered.

A
group of his men grabbed their guns and walked into the desert. The
other coyotes put the campfires out. A couple of minutes later we
heard more gunshots and screaming.

“
POP!
POP!”

Someone was in agonizing pain.

“
Yowl!”

Not knowing the source of the sound
stirred up feelings of panic as they got closer. We could not see
anything but could tell someone was out there. The other men wanted
to go in after them. At that point the rest of us stood there
completely helpless.

“
Don’t be so impatient
to run off halfcocked!” the leader ordered. “We don't
know who's out there! I can’t see shit! It could be …!”

He
was stopped mid-sentence when one of his men ran back out of the
desert holding his neck a few seconds later. His hands gripped his
throat as blood flowed like a faucet through his fingers. It looked
like he was trying to talk. His face was pale and he looked like he
had seen a ghost. He stumbled closer and I could make out what he
was trying to say.

“
Run. They are coming.”
One of the van drivers got out of his pick up and
slowly started walking toward his friend taking careful steps. He
couldn’t help but notice his friend’s eerie behavior.

“
What hell happened out
there bro?” he asked. “What the fuck did you see? Who
did this?”
He
was trying to help his amigo and never saw the two figures come out
of darkness. They had been concealed by the thick vegetation and
cactus.

“
GROOOWWWL!”

Even in almost total darkness and
rocky ground the figures had tracked the injured man down. They
lunged forward and knocked the drivers’ friend down. Then they
started to bite and tear at his flesh but the attack was unseen by
most of the others.

“
CHOMP!”

The
van driver tried to help him up but it was too late.

“
Get the hell off him!”

“
Ricardo! Leave him!”
cried out another voice. “He's gone mi amigo!”

“
No!” said Ricado the
driver. “He might still be alive!”

In
one violent motion Ricardo got his arm dislodged leaving it bloody
with part of the bone sticking out. His breathing became heavy and
erratic. He slowly bled to death on a patch of jagged rocks and ruff
stones. More of those things came out of the desert. They closed in
getting closer and closer with every awkward step. Droves and
droves of killers started attacking us.

“
GROOOWWWL!”

Just
like animals some of the figures were solitary hunters while others
were in packs. They converged on us and went on a killing frenzy.
Everyone in their path was slaughtered because there were too many
to avoid. No matter what direction our people chose they ran into a
net of hands that randomly grasped for them. Some of the attacks
were prolonged while others were over quick. Most people died from
bites to their neck and throats severing nerves, vocal cords and
carotid arteries. Others were shot by friendly fire. The beastly
figures dragged some of the immigrants off into the darkness. The
coyote leader pulled his gun and ordered his men too shoot them.

“
POP!
POP! POP!”

They
must have had bulletproof vests on because they did not die or go
down. I saw them being shot several times from only a few feet away
and the bullets had no effect on them.

“
BLAM!
BLAM! BLAM!”

The
bullets ripped gaping holes through their bodies.

“
Who are these sadistic
mother fuckers?” asked one of the gang members. “Is it
another group of banditos?”

The
situation had understandably worsened.

“
I don't know but we are in
serious danger!” answered the leader. “Pick up the drugs
and get to the vehicles!”

The
attackers followed the gang’s leader and his men. One of them
got the jump on the leader, but he was able to get off a shot.

“
Don’t push me man!”
he yelled. “Back the fuck off!”

A
single projectile discharged from the barrel sending its brass
casing into the air. The bullet entered its chin. Traveled past the
lower jaw and exited out the top of its head.

“
That's right pendejo!”
he boasted. “You don't know who you fucking with! What do you
think you’re doing you sope de caca? If you think a couple of
maricone gringo's can kill me your wrong!”

“
GROWWWLLL!”

He
beat on his chest and waved the gun around while his men pulled him
away.

“
Please boss we got to go
now!” begged an older man.

They
all tried to get away in the leaders jeep but the killers forcibly
pulled him through the window before his driver could pull off.

The
rest of his men heard him shouting and tried to help him.

“
Get them off me!” he
ordered. “Don’t let go! Don’t let go!”
His lower torso
was still in the truck and the rest was pulled outside the window.
The men inside the jeep tried to hold onto him but the beasts
overwhelmed them and wrestled his overweight body down to the
ground.

“
What are you doing?”
he pleaded. “You’re supposed to be helping me!
Aaaaaaahhhh!”
He shrieked in
pain as they bit into his soft flesh with unusually strong jaw
strength taking chunks of muscle and bone.

“
CHOMP!”

His
men watched the life drain from his body. His brutal death was
punishment for how he lived his life. One of the younger coyotes was
scared and ran away. He was no longer confident that they could
survive.

“
Fuck the money! This shit is
not worth it!” he said throwing his empty gun.

The
other mysterious figures circled around the twitching leader. They
hovered over him like vultures then savagely ripped his stomach
open.

“
GNAAAW!”

Blood spurted from his abdomen.
Drops of it splattered on the dry grass and sparkled like dew drops
in the moonlight. He howled in pain and begged to put death but none
of his men could end his misery. His head got severed from his body
and they began to pick his bones clean. The man who was sitting
next to him in the driver’s seat sat motionless in the truck.
He was devastated and in shock. The pistol in his hand vibrated as
his body trembled. Earlier he had been so tough when he was rapping
all the young girls and threatening the men.

“
Shoot asshole! Just don’t
sit there!” one of the other men yelled. “There are more
of them!”

He
just quivered in fear and starred off into the night. Most men think
that when something happens that they will be able to stand up to
the challenge. The reality is that when the shit hits the fan most
guys act like cowards and try to save their own necks. The two
other coyotes got out the jeep and emptied their guns into the
leader’s attackers.

“
POP!
POP! POP!”

They
did not notice the three monsters emerging from the darkness behind
them. They took advantage of the low visibility. The gun shots had
revealed their position. A large group of deformed figures moved
toward them. The group slowly stumbled forward.

“
GROOOWWWL!

Boney
hands clutched handfuls of their hair and tugged on their clothes.
The coyotes were armed but they could not stop them. Their rifles
and machine guns inflicted heavy damage to the invaders. The problem
was that every time they took up a defensive position they were
forced to retreat because of their attacker’s animal like
cravings for blood and guts.

The coyotes screamed for help but
most of us took off running. We had no weapons but that was not why
we didn't help. These were bad men who preyed on the desperate and
weak. Now something else had them pissing in their pants. Our only
chance make it out the desert alive was on our own. We had to get to
the coyotes van since we couldn’t have made it out of there on
foot. The keys were in the ignition and it was still running. “We
have to get to the van,

“
I yelled out, “Stay
together!” “Go on. I'm right behind you,” my
brother responded.
My
brother Anthony and I pushed and shoved our way through the crowd of
killers. The throng of attackers was slow moving but deadly. One of
those things grabbed my brother and bit a chunk out of his hand.

“
CRUNCH!”
Its rotted teeth sliced through his flesh making him
scream out at the top of his lungs.

“
Help me Juan!” he
begged. “Get this guy off me.”
I knocked it off him and we ran to the van.

“
We have to get out of here
Juan!” he shouted. “Let’s go!”
A couple of people
saw us get into the van and jumped in the back. Most of them were
just as confused as we were.

“
Move over!” they
shouted. “Let us in!”

They
had tears streaming down their faces and bloody clothes.

“
What's going on man?”
someone yelled out. “Get out of here quick!”

“
Shut the fuck up
motherfucker!” yelled Juan. “Be quiet and hold onto
something!”

We
didn’t have time to wait for anyone else. I hit the gas yanked
the steering wheel hard to the right and drove it into the hoard of
killers. They didn't even try to move or leap out of the way. Their
bodies bounced off the vans grill and fell under the tires. Pieces
of purple, pink and burgundy tissue splashed against the vans
windshield. Everyone was very afraid as we set out. I had hoped we
would be able to find a road or highway. I drove through the rocky
desert terrain until we ran out of gas. Three of the other
survivors were hurt really badly. They were lethargic and
unresponsive because of the injuries that had been inflicted on
them. We did our best and tried to help them but we failed. They
died from their injuries. They went into shock and bled to death in
the back of that dirty van. Without a doctor there was no way they
could survive after losing that much blood. Anthony and me left
their bodies there and started walking. The terrain was rugged and
unforgiving.

We
wandered the empty desert landscape looking for help and hoping we
didn’t encounter anything. Those killers could still be
following us. We both were hurt and had no water so we didn't get
that far. It is impossible to say how long we were out there. I
tried to find a path but got us even more lost. My brother wasn’t
looking that good. The deep gash in his hand stung and continued to
bleed. Together we had begun our journey to a new life but now it
was all about to end. At that point he was so weak he could barely
stand. We were spotted by a couple of spooked ranch hands riding
horses. They called the county sheriff and border patrol was
notified. Within minutes a black hawk helicopter was en route to our
last known location. We had just about given up hope when we heard
the helicopter approaching. As it got closer to the sandy desert
ground a small brown tornado of dust swirled around us. My brother
had started hallucinating so I sat him down in the shade from a
small mesquite bush. He was curled up on his side shivering. Even
though he said he was cold when I felt his skin it was boiling hot.
It hadn't even touched down when several armed men jumped out and
told us not to move. That was easy since we didn’t have the
strength to take another step. When they took us into custody my
brother was going in and out of consciousness. I didn’t know
what was going to happen next but I was happy my brother would be
okay!”