"Daryl!" his parents shouted in slow motion while being loaded onto the flatbed, struggling in their chains as he turned around in the wheat field, "help us, Daryl!"
Three impressively sized men in black suits and short-brimmed hats sported grotesquely hardened, pig-like features, helping each other unhurriedly load his parents and sneered smugly back at him, acknowledging that there was nothing at all that Daryl could do.
Daryl was still observing, paralyzed, when his mother briefly slipped loose of a coil, attempted escape and Daryl's father slammed both fists with metal restraints into the nearest suited man to help aid her escape, but the blow had only a trivial effect and innocent Daryl forced himself to witness the quieting screams of his dad as one of the men leaned and bit into his arm for retaliation as the truck carried the screams away, both fading into the distance.
