My name is Hilary Rose. I am 15 years old and am one of many people who just heard the news, that crime has been legalised for one month. How do I survive. Many people in my town are hunters some are weak I belong in the weak along with my family and best friend Hunter Jones. I grab all the weapons in the house; not that we have many. I grab my rusted army knife and hand it to Hunter, he sharpens the blade. I take my small metal pistol out of it's case and load it, Hunter and I are now ready for any unwanted visitors that could burst through the door. My mum Jannette Rose is behind me squeezing the blood out of my hand as she weeps softley I comfort her but it's no use. My mum grabs her kitchen knife which is the only weapon she has and we all await in silence hoping no one is going to burst through the door.
