They are coming. I can hear them. Five of them, coming to kill me. I am only thirteen and I am going to die today.
When they reach the door they open it immediately and shoot but they do not kill me instead my six year old brother Sam, the second he falls to the floor I run. I don't know where my feet are talking me until I get to a small wheat field and lay there I let my long black hair get tangled in the wheat as I cry.
