She came from a family of three, her mother, father, and herself. Peyton is 16, and her parents are dead now. She watched her parents have bullets put in their head while she was fourteen. She had brown hair that went down her back, she stood about 5'4 and had bow skills that were amazing. She was my best friend. She was all I had now. Even though she tried to kill me when we first meet, but I don't blame her I was a intruder.
I always felt alone until Peyton came now I have someone to talk to, I know I had Patrick but he couldn't talk back... I wanna protect her even if it meant me dying. I am crazy for that? Maybe but it's how I felt. I couldn't defend myself if it would hurt her. Sometimes we lay under the stars and talk. It's great to have her to talk to. She tells me about her family and what they were like. Her mother was great she always had food ready for them when they arrived at home. and her father worked like a dog to be able to put the food on the table. She loved her family, I just wish they weren't taken from her. But this was our world now, our messed up world.
I dream of a different world, like where everything is okay and our parents were here and it was all normal, no attacks from Russia or anybody. It was great before they came and now look at everyone, it tore these country up. Probably for something stupid too like money of presidential shit. It was all dumb to me. I'm from Argentina and she was from America and we became friends no problem, why couldn't the rest of the world do so?
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Survival: Just Me And You
ActionThe war changed lives... They killed and wiped out thousands. Not only did they bring in chaos, but they brought in creatures. I thought it was hell, but not even hell was this bad... It just got worse, way worse.
