War Torn

scavengers

I awoke from a not so comfortable nap, an activity you dont get to enjoy these days you always have to be on your toes. I look down at my feet thinking about what i should do today gather suplies or well thats about all i can do. I live in what used to be Atlanta, GA but during the first stages of the war it was bombed most major cities were bombed. There's nothing left but hollow buildings and rubble

All these thoughts rushing through my head distracted me from an alarming sound outside...an air horn. This was a sound i knew all to well. It was scavengers. They're like gangs scavenging on the defenseles for supplies or food, but im not defenseless i know how to fight.

If they follow their usuall tactic of spliting up and approaching on all sides it will be easy i can pick them off one by one. I looked out the window of the shop i was staying in and saw one coming up to the front door. I rolled to the corner of the door and crouched . I could get the jump on him if i play this out right. The man was armed with a twenty gage shotgun. All i had was a standard U.S. army combat knife. This wouldnt be the first time i've killed someone but im not a murderer i tell myself its self denfense. At that moment i jumped out from cover going for the neck. With a swift slice he drops grasping his throat. I try not to look at him...i cant take seeing someones last breath knowing im the one that did it to them. I turn around only to be tackled. I felt a hard object hit my ribcage...a gun. I stood up hands behind my head and walked to what i know is my death.