Cold Case Files - I SURVIVED: I Walked Through A Field With My Back Broken

Episode Date: April 5, 2025

16-year-old Brandy is abducted and assaulted by two gunmen. James is used as a human shield when a gunman goes on a rampage in his school cafeteria. Steve must drag himself up a dry creek bed for help after falling from a tree and breaking both his legs. Apartments.com - To find whatever you’re searching for and more visit apartments.com the place to find a place.Progressive: Multitask right now. Quote your car insurance at Progressive.com to join the over 28 million drivers who trust Progressive.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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with a gun to my head. Real people. Both legs were just basically a sack full of broken bones. Who faced death. Once he says, stop there, don't move, I'm like, okay, this is execution. And lived to tell how. I remember thinking if I make it out of this alive, I have to remember every detail about these men.

This is I Survived. It's October 1995 in Aurora, Colorado. Sixteen-year-old Brandy is a junior in high school. I met a kid at school that was deaf that was in my chemistry class. He was my chemistry partner, and so that's how we became friends. I did not know sign language, but I befriended him anyway. And he seemed really cool, and so I wanted to get to know him better. We communicated by writing back and forth.

Brandi invited Jeff over to her home one evening. He was over at my house, and we just kind of hung out all night, wrote back and forth. Took a really long time to have conversations with him. We went to his car to go smoke a cigarette, and I remember looking at the clock. It was 1.20 in the morning.

We heard two guys kind of being loud. They seemed drunk. I had opened the car door, because I thought that I knew them. They asked us what we were doing, and I said, oh, we're just hanging out. One of them was very tall, very big, big build. I think he's about six foot two.

And the other guy, he was shorter and stocky and had kind of long curly hair. The next thing I knew, there was a gun in my face. And they told us both to get in the trunk. And at that point, I was begging and pleading with them and telling them that my friend was deaf and to please not hurt him because he couldn't hear what they were saying. At that point, they put both of us in the trunk of the car and they started driving. I've always heard that if they get you to that second destination, you're dead. So that's what I was thinking when they put us in the trunk of the car, that we just sealed our fate by doing what they asked us to do. There was a light on inside the trunk,

so Jeff found a latch to open it. He figured out how to open the trunk from the inside, but he was making all kinds of noise. And I thought that they were going to shoot the backseat and kill us. We actually had the paper that we were writing on, so I think I slapped his hand and wrote down, told him, stop, you're making a lot of noise.

So we probably drove about 30 minutes. And the next thing I know, the trunk's open and we are in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere. The gunmen ordered Brandy and Jeff out of the trunk. They were so drunk, I don't even think they knew I was a girl until I got out of the trunk. I was wearing a sweatshirt and baggy pants.

One of them looked at me and they said, oh, you're a chick, get in the back seat. The gunmen dragged Jeff behind the car. One of the guys was very aggressive and screaming at me and telling me to just sit in the back seat. So I just sat there, looked in the rear view mirror, and I could see they had my friend back there

and I heard two gunshots. I wouldn't turn around because I thought if I was a witness to murder, then they would kill me. So I just sat there, and I was kind of freaking out, thinking he was dead. The gunmen got in the car and drove away with Brandy in the back seat. I remember them telling me that they did not shoot my friend.

They said that they were trying to scare him, so they shot the gun off twice, but I didn't believe that. I was crying and just begging them to please let me go. They drove for about 10 minutes, and then they stopped the car, and they said, you want us to let you go? And I said, please just let me go. And they turned off the ignition, and I knew at that point what they were gonna do to me.

I knew that they were going to both rape me. They got out of the car, and they got me out of the back seat. And the first guy, he actually raped me first in the front seat. And I kept saying no, and I kept telling him to stop. And he wouldn't stop. And I didn't think about kicking him. I didn't think about them beating me up.

I thought about being shot in the head. While all of this was happening to me, I remember thinking, if I make it out of this alive, I have to remember every detail about these men. Then the other guy took me to the back seat. When he raped me in the back seat, he had his shirt over his face and told me not to look at him. And he was very aggressive.

At that point, I decided that I could either get raped and live or get raped and die. And I wanted to live. He raped me for about a good 30 minutes. And while he was raping me, the first guy got in the front seat and started driving the car. The driver sped along a country road before crashing into a power pole. I just knew that we hit something and I briefly remembered the car rolling. The impact threw Brandy from the car into a field. I'm picking myself up off the ground with blood all over my face.

I was in complete shock and I just knew that I was probably hurt pretty bad. Brandi's back had been fractured in eight places and her face was badly cut. So when I got up, I kind of looked around and I thought, okay, well maybe this is my chance to run. Then the next thing I know, they're right behind me and like, nope, you're coming with us. The gunman had survived the crash unhurt. One of them had a bloody nose,

but besides that they were fine from the accident because they were so drunk. And since I was sober, everything in my body was tensed up and so I was injured really bad. And I was walking like that, and that's how much adrenaline was rushing through me. I didn't feel a thing. And I walked through a field with my back broken,

with a gun to my head. And we approached a road, and I saw lights from a car. This car stopped, and a man got out, and he looked at me and saw who I was with. And he asked me, he said, are you Brandi? And I said, yes. And he said, get in the car. I'm going to get you some help.

The man was Jeff's father. Jeff escaped unharmed from the gunman and had run to a nearby farmhouse. He wrote what had happened, and the occupants called Jeff's father. He was going to pick up Jeff. And he saw me first. He saw me and two men first.

When I got into the car, I was just ecstatic. I thought, OK, I'm going to live. I'm getting out of this. I slid into the passenger seat, and right behind me, one of the men slid in the back seat, and the guy with the gun went to the driver's side and told Jeff's dad that he was not taking me anywhere. They threw his cell phone on the street, crushed it,

and left him on the side of the road. At that point, all I could think and all I could actually envision and see in my head was myself on my knees in this field being shot in the back of the head with my brains all over the field. We drove for about five or ten minutes on the dirt road. I didn't want to ask them where we were going because I was afraid they were gonna tell me they were gonna shoot me in the head and leave me there. I finally asked them once we approached the freeway, I said, where are you taking me? And they said, we're going to take you to the hospital.

And we drove for about 10 or 20 minutes. And the hospital was probably maybe 100 yards away, I could see it. And I remember thanking them and just thanking them for sparing my life. The driver said to me, get out of the car, get yourself some help. It was four hours since Brandy had been abducted. The adrenaline was completely leaving my body and I was in so much pain that I could barely walk. So I remember limping across the street to a gas station,

and I saw myself for just a second in the reflection of the glass, and I didn't even recognize who I was. And I remember the attendant looked at me, and he said, do you need me to call an ambulance? He put me on the phone with 911. They made me talk to them until the police got there.

My mom shows up at the hospital, and they sat my mom down, and they told her what happened. And I just remember when my mom came back to see me, she... I looked at her, and she was standing up against a wall and I just watched her go weak in the knees and slide down the wall. She couldn't even stand up. Brandy was in the hospital for seven days. They did all of the CAT scans and the MRIs and they figured out my back was fractured in eight places. I had to get 22 stitches in my face. It was the most excruciating pain I've ever been through in my entire life.

Brandi was able to give a full description of her attackers to the police. The two men were arrested within 48 hours of Brandi's admission to the hospital. And they were sentenced to 44 years in prison and that was in August of 1995. I survived because I made the choice to be raped and live rather to be raped and die and I remembered every detail. I remember thinking that if I'm gonna make it out of this alive I have to remember every detail. If they're gonna catch them, I have to remember everything about what happened tonight. I don't know what told me to do that,

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We just finished eating our lunch, sitting next to the table near the entrance. And this guy came in. He was tall, he was very, very tall. He was, I would say, 6'3". His haircut was shaved on the side with a ponytail in the back. He was wearing what I can remember,

a long black trench coat. The man was carrying a bag and three guns. Everybody in the cafeteria just didn't react to it because, you know, a lot of people thought it was fake plastic or, you know, it was a prank. So I didn't think of anything, even though he had his guns on him, I thought it was plastic or fake or, you know, a prank. He dropped his bag and his weapons on the floor. That sound, that distinctive sound of the tile and the metal, I knew right away that it wasn't a fake gun, that that was a real gun. James and Anastasia were sitting a few feet away from the gunman.

So I dove to my left just in case, you know, he was going to shoot in my direction. Anastasia stood up to see why James had dropped the floor. I guess with the gunman's reaction, you know, he got startled and his first decision was, first reaction was to shoot towards that direction, which was unfortunately Anastasia and she got hit. Once he took that first shot, most of the people around where I was sitting

realized that it was real and, you know, go on the floor and flip the tables over. The gunman was between James and the nearest exit. When the gunman began firing at other students, James pulled Anastasia into a corner. When I saw she got shot in her abdomen, and I'm like, OK, this is real. This is going down. She eventually went out of off-consciousness and, you know, she just stopped. She stopped going into shock and she just sort of relaxed.

The gunman was targeting and shooting students with a semi-automatic rifle. I'm like, okay, well, I'm screwed. I can't do anything. There was just basically a wall surrounding us and he was in front of us. So if he would decide to leave, we would get shot. And I still try to talk to her, like communicate. We would continue like talking to her, answer me, which she was like humming, you know, moaning a bit.

At this point, he was, the gunman was sort of zooming in in his semi-automatic, his weapon, and shooting at specific people, he would say. And it made the sounds were pretty horrible. There were a lot of yelling. Twenty students were shot and wounded. There was police officers around the cafeteria. They were on the third floor, which from the third floor of our school,

you could see the cafeteria really, really well. Police officers were on a mezzanine floor overlooking the cafeteria. They did not shoot because students were in the way. Now at this point, the gunman knew that he was surrounded by police officers. He sort of just started going all out against the police, starting shooting, spraying, scoping, everything possible at the police,

which was good for a lot of the students resting in the cafeteria that were able to sort of leave. They were able to sort of like crawl or run or sprint down the stairs. James and Anastasia were trapped in a corner behind the gunman. He looked at me and in my mind I'm like, okay, this is not a good sign. He looked at me and he said, you over there. And I'm like, yes, you know, I'll come. I try to be as calm as possible, try to disagree with him. He says, get up here. I'm like, sure.

My exact words were sure, whatever you want, no problem. He was pointing the gun towards me. He says, get up in front of me. He said, don't look at me. Keep your back facing towards me. Walk a bit ahead of me. I would say roughly, I was maybe in front of him, maybe a meter. but everything was quiet.

So once he says, stop there, don't move, I'm like, okay, this is execution. And for me, it just like, time was so slow. Like I was thinking, hurry up, you know, get this over done. If you're gonna shoot me, shoot me out. I don't want to live this any longer. I was scared.

My knees were shaking, but I tried to hide it as good as possible. He started shooting, but not towards me. He was shooting at the police officers again. The police officers were telling him to, you know, stop shooting, put his gun down. The gunman just replied saying, you pigs, come out. He was yelling just basically that, a lot of, you know, you pigs, a lot of the F words. With James directly in front of him, the gunman could not see the officers clearly. He kept asking me, he said, where are the police officers? And I just try to give him a blunt answer, you know, not a good one or neither a bad

one, not to get him angry or give him too much information that he would be able to take out a police officer, you know. So I sort of said, you know what, I can't really see them from where I'm at. You know, if you really want, I could sort of move a bit more to this side and I probably could see them, you know? And I'll tell you where they are. He was yelling at me, he said, no move, don't move.

So I'm like, I used to say, okay, I won't, I'm gonna stay over here, I won't move. Kept shooting, stopping, you know, reloading. And then out of nowhere, once he was reloading, he told me that no matter what was gonna happen today, that he was gonna die. So I was trying to convince him, you know, there's a better way out of what I was saying was like,

you know, you don't have to do this. There's a much better way of ending all this, you know, you don't have to kill yourself. Just giggled, a little giggle, and he says, no, today, no matter what, I'm dying. He sort of kept looking back, looked back at Anastasia, you know, looked at me, looked at her, looked at me, continued shooting. And he stopped, at one point, and he looked at me and he says,

how's your friend doing? I sort of gave the most basic answer to sort of, I don't know, question him at the same time. I said, you know, listen, I know she's not doing very well. If you want, I'll take her outside. I promised you, I told him, I promised you so many times, I swear to God, I promise you that I'll come back to continue helping you, to tell you where the police are.

Say anything, turned his head towards her, walked. At this point, it was dead quiet. No police officers talking, no stone, I think. Walked step by step. His footstep, his boots, his heavy boots hitting that tile. Boom, boom. In my mind, if I was Anastasia, I would be freaking out now, you know? She didn't move, she didn't do anything.

We walked right, right, right next to her. Say a foot away. Pointed a semi-automatic right at her and unleashed all 12 bullets on her. Walked back to me and his exact words were, well, now you have nothing to worry about. I wanted to break down. I wanted to cry, you know, and like yell

and, you know, attack him or whatever. He wanted to do anything for what he did, but I stopped myself saying, listen, that's what he wants you. He did that just for you to react in a way. So I didn't say anything. Police officers positioned on a mezzanine floor didn't shoot because James was between them and the gunman.

I used to glance around to see if there was any students left in the cafeteria. And I used to see some blood on the floor, a puddle, or like a little blood smear on the wall. Most of the students had managed to escape down some stairs. There wasn't many students left. There was, I would say, at least a dozen, or maybe even less, eight. The gunman suddenly stopped shooting at the police

and threw his bag of ammunition to James. — And I caught it, but it was really heavy. I'm like, so I dropped it on the floor, and I took it by the strap. I was holding it like that, and he goes, I want you to walk backwards, because I want you to walk towards the other exit. I'm like, okay, so I started walking as soon as he said that. He yelled at me, stop, wait for me.

And he goes, I don't want you to drag it. I want you to carry it. I'm like, it's heavy. I go, it's heavy. He went slowly towards where Anastasi was, and I thought it was, you know, he was gonna do something again to Anastasi. And in my mind, I'm like, why?

And there was this student that was, took my position from before and sitting right beside her. He pointed his semi-automatic right at the kid's face, point blank, and he asked the kid if he wanted to die that day. And the kid was yelling in fear, no, no, no, no, leave me alone. Everybody, I think, in the cafeteria,

like, didn't say a word, because it was horrible. I didn't want to see, you know, more blood and guts and all that stuff, so I don't know why. I just sort of yelled in anger, saying, you know, leave him alone. Why? What did he do? You don't know why. I just sort of yelled in anger saying, you know, leave him alone. Why? What did he do? You don't need to shoot him or anything.

Just leave him alone. The gunman giggled a little bit. He told the student, OK, get up with me. So the student got up with me. Armed police officers were positioned on a mezzanine floor above the cafeteria. Using James and the student as human shields, the gunman ordered them to walk with him towards an exit.

He got right beside us, I would say a foot from me and a foot from him, so he smacked right in the middle of us. He had his, at this time, his handgun on him. We took, I would say, five steps, no more than that, and he fell on the floor. He was sort of kneeling down, blood coming out of his arm. — The gunman had been shot in the arm by a police officer. — I'm like, what happened? I didn't hear a shot. I didn't hear anything. How is he leading like this? But then he was yelling.

He was yelling a lot and angry and mumbling a lot of things that I couldn't understand. And I was actually scared. I'm like, okay, great. They missed. Now he's going to kill out of, because he was angry, furious, he's going to kill me and the kid. He took out his handgun. And then I'm like, okay, it's over.

He put the gun underneath his chin, fired. — The gunman, 25-year-old Kim Veer Gill, had killed himself. — Once I knew he shot himself and I saw his eyes roll back and a little hole underneath his chin, I just ran out of there. Once the police took me in, I asked, how long did it last? And the cop said 18 minutes. So I stopped him like, no, it's impossible 18 minutes. It's been at least four hours.

The cop sort of laughed. He's like, no, 18 minutes only. And he goes, as you could see, the SWAT only arrived now. Once I left and went home and spoke to everybody, we watched the news, and then on TV, there was rumors saying only one person passed away. I was anxious to know if it was actually Anastasia or not. I went to the hospital and I couldn't find her anywhere about the bad news and that she passed away.

19 students were injured in the rampage and one, Anastasia D'Souza, died from gunshot wounds. In 2008, James was awarded the Canadian Star of Courage for bravery. I survived from just instinct, just basically instinct, like luck and instinct, you know. Like there wasn't much that I could have done from my situation, you know? So it was a lot of instinct and luck. Finding the one can feel impossible. And in today's world, it's even harder. False profiles, inaccurate pictures, incompatibilities, ghosting on dates. Is this

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And that's where I built my stand was in the fork of this tree. After two hours, Steve had not shot any deer. I was tired. It was cold. And I decided to get out of the tree about 8.30. Steve had nailed wooden spikes into the tree to use as steps.

I started to climb down out of the tree and stepped on a branch instead of the spike that was in the tree that formed my step. When I put my weight on this branch, this small branch coming out of the tree, it didn't support me. The only thing I could do was grab a hold of the tree stand itself and then I swung out over the creek bed. Steve let go and dropped 12 feet to the ground. He landed feet first onto boulders in the dry creek bed.

When I landed, all I heard was a loud crack. The pain was horrific. It was just unbelievable. I looked at my legs and they were, one was going this way, one was going the other way, and I tried to pull my leg up to put weight on it to see if I could stand. All I felt was just just like a crushing bone feel or it sounded like bones in a tin can you might say. They were just rattling around in the bottom of my coveralls. I unzipped my coveralls to examine my legs and that's when I realized that the bone had not pierced

the skin but both legs were just basically a sack full of broken bones. I had a cell phone with me. I tried to use it right after I fell and realized there was no signal. Steve was bow hunting, so he didn't have a gun to fire to alert anyone in the area. I started to yell for help. My cries went unanswered. Behind me, there was another, there's another fence line, another property where other people hunt. But this was during the week. This was Tuesday morning. Nobody was there.

I was extremely scared at that point. Knowing a bit about first aid, I realized that the bone, if it shattered that bad and hadn't come through the skin, then there's a lot of particle of bone in the bloodway that could travel and cause a blood clot. A blood clot can take only minutes to travel to the brain and cause a stroke. I then realized that I had to get help as fast as possible. Steve was 200 yards from the boundary road that skirted the property.

The owner of the property is supposed to travel the property line around 10 o'clock. Somehow, someway I had to get to this road by 10 o'clock. The quickest way was to go down through the bottom of this creek bed. The only way I could move my body was to use my elbow and dig into the ground and move my upper body inch by inch and then pull my legs toward my upper body. When I fell, I dropped into a large group of cactus. This cactus has an inch and a half of thorn. I'm wearing an inch of cactus. This cactus has a inch and a half thorn. I'm wearing an inch of clothing. My hands were just filled with cactus thorns. I had gloves on, but the gloves were no match for these thorns.

Steve had to push cacti and boulders out of the way as he crawled across the creek bed. It took him an hour to drag himself 30 yards. I reached the bottom of the creek bed, then I realized that I couldn't get through here. The boulders that are in this creek bed are too large for me to move. I'm able to move the smaller rocks. The big ones, I can't move.

I'm thinking to myself, this is not good. I can't stay here. I have to get medical attention. I'm really in bad shape. I've managed to go back up this creek bed through the path of all these rocks that I just went through in cactus. Steve dragged himself up a bank to a fence,

which led to the road. Across the fence line, about 400 yards away, there is a trailer house, and there are some people outside the trailer house shooting pistols. I could hear the shots. Steve called out, but nobody heard him. I kept going.

My legs were getting so swollen that the coveralls were just tight around my legs. They were swelling. They were filling with blood. And I'm starting to drift in and out of consciousness. At 10.30 a.m., Steve reached the road a mile away from the ranch owner's house. Then I hear the truck fire up. I'm going, oh great, he's coming. He's going to find me.

I'm going to be able to get help. And then I hear the engine, the noise from the truck getting further away. I realize that he's leaving the property. When I realized that he was driving away, my whole state of mind just fell. There's nothing that I can do. I have to get to my truck, make it to the truck. Somehow, someone's helped. He started to drag himself to his truck,

which was still another 200 yards away, up a hill. As I'm crawling, there's just so much mental stress, mental anguish. How am I going to survive? What am I going to do? I can't stay here. If I stay here overnight, I'm definitely going to not make it. My cell phone doesn't work. I try it several times going up the hill. As I'm crawling and the day is getting longer and hotter, I'm starting to perspire. I'm losing a lot of water. I'm dehydrating bad. The only thing I can think of is the prickly pears on these cactus. Prickly pears grow on cactus and can be eaten

once the spines and skins are removed. With the back of my glove, I brush off some of the stickers that are on this prickly pear, and I use rocks to clean it with to scrape the skin off of it. I consume several of these, and I tend to get some energy from these prickly pears.

By the time I reached the truck, it had been some eight and a half hours of crawling from the time I fell. I leaned myself up on the rear tire and I realized, now what am I going to do? The bones are just so crushed. My knees are crushed. I can't get to the doorknob. I can't get to the handle. How am I going to open this thing?

I take a stick that I find laying next to the truck, bite down on it, and I get up on my busted knees. And the pain is just so excruciating. I got the door open, and I'll collapse back to the ground. And I'm just screaming in pain. He managed to pull himself up again and lean on the seat. I had this stick that I'd carried with me from the creek bed up to the vehicle. I used it to wedge in between the steering wheel and the horn button, and I pulled back on it.

Steve sounded the horn for over an hour. The noise was heard by a neighbor who called the ranch owner. By the time Fred reached me, it's getting close to nine o'clock in the evening. He's freaking out, you know, what happened to you? What's wrong? What did you do? I'm just so relieved. I'm next to passing out. But I have this great energy coming across me that, you know, from the relief that he showed up,

that, you know, finally I'm gonna make it out of here. By the time Fred reached me, it's getting close to nine o'clock in the evening. I explained to him what happened and that I really need some help and I, please get the ambulance as fast as you can. The next thing I remember is lying in the hospital, the doctors going, I don't know if we're going to save your legs or not. After seven surgeries, amputation of Steve's legs was not necessary.

He had nine more surgeries and was confined to a wheelchair for two years. Finally, after four years of rehabilitation and many surgeries, I'm able to walk again. That in itself is a miracle to me. I survived because of the just to share will to live. or free. That means laughter is free with gut-busting comedies like The Neighborhood, Boomerang, and Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Mystery is free with countless cases to crack from Criminal Minds, Tracker, and Matlock. And thrills are free with heart-pumping hits like The Walking Dead and Pulp Fiction.