Tergiversation

Coming to Philidelphia

Me and my younger sister have been trying to get away from the patrols and the soldiers. While also trying to keep a decent distance from the other groups of survivors for they may try to steal our supplies.

"Amy come on, you got to try to keep up!",I said, "We can't let them catch up".

"I'm trying my hardest but I'm exhausted" said Amy my younger sister.

"I know sis' I'm tired to, I bet you that every survivor out their is weary from the disaster"

The disaster happened when the World War Three bombing destroyed society and left every major city in ruins, Boston,Fresno,Tampa Atlanta,Detroit,Phoenix,Nashville and so on.

"Jack" said little Amy

I turned to her and acknowledged "Yeah"

"Can we take a break,pleeeaaase" she elongated the word so that she knew I couldn't say no.

"Yeah, sure why not, but we have to make it quick. I want to get off of Raccoon Island soon as possible 'kay"

THUD. When I turned I saw Amy laying on the ground drained from energy.

I didn't have much to do so I set my pack down and evaluated the supplies in it. I had a decent endurance kit:

Food rations to last us a week( this was enough considering the fact that I was a good spear hunter)

A extra set a of clothes for both me and Amy

My hand-crafted bone spear

My red Swiss Army knife

Amy's Butterfly knife

Many flint fire starters inside my leather pouch at my belt

I also have a 100% steel knife for striking against the flint

Amy is only 11, but she is very skilled when she uses her butterfly knife. But overall everything seemed in place.

Sometimes I think about Mom and Dad and all I can remember is that my mother's name was Rita and my father's name was Kurt. My father was an honest man he showed me a couple things before he died including how to hunt with spear and how to make a few simple traps. My mother taught me what parts of nature are edible.

I lost my parents within the first week of the invasion. My father was a political theorist so he expected the invasion of soldiers ready to throw survivors into FEMA camps. We had put our weapons lining the outside of our house. We also had made some barricades around our house. None of our strategies had worked and all of supplies were blown up by the air strikes, we had seen the Military jets and we had just enough time to get out of there. We had no supplies compared to what we had before. My family was desperate for help and we needed it. So the first group of survivors that we met, my father tried to be precautious but in the middle of the night he was murdered and I woke to his screaming soon followed by my mothers. I woke up Amy and told her we had to leave. I never told her why. I didn't have to we ran to to the door and when we saw the dead bodies at the doors Amy screamed. As soon as she screamed we heard the murderers footsteps coming towards us and we turned and bolted to the window I lowered myself down and told her to jump. She was scared at first to jump but when the enemy was right about to slit her neck, she jumped of course. I threw a stick at him, it didn't hit him because he dodged it, it did however throw him off balance enough so that he fell off the roof. By now his buddies were unlocking the door to come out and fight. Me and Amy noticed them and decided without exercising our mouths that we should get the heck out of there.