Broken

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I was running as fast as I could my shoulder was killing me. I could tell it was bleeding a lot but wasn't going to stop not now I couldn't. They were chasing me. The scavengers they killed my group. I was the only one who survived. I was the smartest but they were becoming family. But not like brothers or sisters more like cousins and uncles. My family had been killed at the beginning of this the beginning of hell. I quickly turned around whipped out my gin and shot the man running behind me. Right in the head. I was a good shot. They wanted our food and camp.
I stopped hoping no one was behind me. And hid behind a tree. I look at the wound on my arm. I might have been the only one to make it out alive but they sure as hell didn't let me get away easy. As I was running they shot me right in the shoulder. Damn it hurt but I needed to suck it up I took off my sweater and that left me in a tank top. I reached into my bag and grabbed out some strips of fabric and duct tape and made a makeshift bandage.
I pull out a mirror and look at my self damn I look like hell. My long brown hair was a snarling mess and I was covered in dirt. I was only about 5'3 and I was surprised to notice I haven't lost any weight. I was always thin but I was strong everyone underestimates me but I'm a fighter. I knew how to keep myself fed but if my parents were here they would say I was to thin. They always thought I was to thin. I was about 103-107 pounds and was very fit. Before the apocalypse I was a singer and a great student and always loved sports. It's been about 3-4 years since it started.
I was only 14 years old and have been on my own for the last 2 1/2 years my family died early on and so did my brothers. They were killed by scavengers as I was out looking for food I climbed a tree and took my gun out and shot all of them without them shooting me. My mother had thought me how to use a gun. And how to survive I owed my whole life to her but right now I was in hell. And won't be leaving anytime soon if I have anything to do with it.

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