We head into the barren wasteland to search for a place we could call home or at least thats what I thought. Home can't be home with family. We find a little house on the side of the road. We head inside to scavenge for supplies. As we head in Emily says."it smells like absolute shit in here". I walk in and see dead body's every were. As soon as I figured out what the place was it was to late we were surrounded. Shears were every were. Shears are the result of cats being exposed to extremely high amounts of radiation. They gain sharp claws and teeth that can tear through skin as easy as a hot knife through butter. These weren't the cute and cuddly cats anymore I had to kill them. Emily screams because one bit her arm. I quickly stab the cat , and get in front of her. While not even thinking my reflex's were taking control I had stabbed every shear that had jumped at me. Emily had pulled out the pistol in the back of my pants , shot aimlessly without thinking of an out come. A bullet ricochet of the metal stairs , and grazed me in the arm. All the shears are dead. Next time watch your aiming. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to shoot you". " let's scavenge for some supplies". Fine but if u find some more shears don't be trigger happy".
