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"hey Mom what ya doing" "why Mark" "just wondering I was worried about my Mom she looked scared and I did not know what to say well hell what was I going  to say I'm only five years old.  My Dad ran in the house with blood all over him a guy was right behind him "DAD WATCH OUT" I yelled he turned around he stabbed the guy three times in the gut then stabbed him right in the neck I got covered in blood.  "We have to go now!" Dad said, he gave me his gun and his knife "what the hell do you think your doing" my Mom yelled but right as she was going to chew my Dad out.  Someone shot her in the head with a shotgun almost her whole was blown off her brain was scattered all over the place I grabbed my 9 mm pistol and I shot the guy in the knee and I ran towards him and I jumped on his back and I stabbed him over and over he fell over and I got my pistol and shot his head " EFF YOU" I yelled.


"MARK SHE'S GONE" my Dad yelled I saw my brother Jacks running over "Mark, Dad where's Mom" he said "she..she is dead" my Dad started to cry "you kids need to leave." He gave my his rifle and his Bowie knife, "Go now GO" he yelled "come on Mark we have to go" he started to cry "it's going to be okay trust me" he said "okay,hey how old are you again" I said "14" Jacks said  Lets go hide com'on.  We ran into the woods "okay lets go find some food" Jacks said someone ran behind Jacks and I "FUH...FUH he dropped his rifle, but then he was trying to get his knife and I the was trying to choke me I bit his arm and I elbowed him in his guy then I kicked his balls and I grabbed my knife and slit his throat I picked up his hunting rifle and shot the guy behind Jacks BANG BANG BANG  "Thanks little brother" Jacks said "sure" I said.


Jacks searched they had a hunting rifle, two backpacks with a flashlight attached to the strap on each backpack, some bread, ham, granola bars, ammunition, four grenades, batteries and a hatchet "Nice Jacks said okay lets go find some shelter.  Five year has passed we have made a tree house out of metal and wood Mark is ten damn he gotten old I'm nineteen and we have made four beds out of animal hide and some sticks and leaves it is surprisingly comfy and from our town he go there kill the scavengers.  And then we get extension cords and connect them all buried them with leaves and got some wood from houses and got some nail guns and covered the cords going up the tree and we have a mini refrigerator but we always take every thing with us that we need.  One day from our hunt we heard something "Mark stay here" Jacks said "Okay" I said a whole group of scavengers were in our tree house and they were destroying it.  I came back to Mark "we need to leave now" he said "wait what why" I said "scavengers are destroying our house we need to join the army or something.  "Jacks you okay man" a solider said "yeah just having a flashback" I said "let me guess bout your lil brother" Will said "yeah".  


"Hey pilot how much further" I said "not much" "okay" I said BAM BAM BAM "SHI* WERE GOING DOWN" AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CRASH....... "com'on we have to get out before it explodes" I said I woke up all my friends everyone else was dead or so hurt they could not move.  A grenade was tossed in the plane BOOM will leg was almost gone all it was, was shredded skin with a part of his bone sticking out "SHI* I CAN'T GET UP" Will yelled "I'm not going to let you die" I picked him up and started to walk out of the plane same as everyone else another grenade was tossed it blew up Bill "NOOOO" I yelled I fell over from the impact.  Bill turned from a person to giblets his leg arm head abdomen all gone torn to shreds I slowly got up I fell back down have of my hand was gone "F***" I yelled I got up and the pressure on my hand was killing me I pick up will and we took cover in the little creek it look really clean until the plane blew up everything was red with guts and body parts everywhere the was pink mist the whole crew died but us twenty-four best friends.          



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