The Six Days of Christmas

Preface

If you were one of the lucky 3% people of who survived the pandemic, murder hornets, fires, floods, or crashing of the asteroid belt, you most definitely had to have raided a grocery store or weapons shack at least once. All of the sudden people decided they wanted to become the next Adolf Hitler and murder the last fraction of the population.
It finally reached Christmas- not that anyone was gonna get and goody-goody treats. Let's see, my dads dead, Mom has been six feet underground for 8 years, my dog, gummy was eaten, and my baby brother was kidnapped and ripped apart by dogs.Oh well. At least he tasted good.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not totally alone, I have a friend- well best friend- best friend with privileges. Brandon Robert. Branny Boo on a good day. He'll hug you when you need it and always take care of you no matter what you say. He also has this annoying habit of always being right! Oh- forgot to mention- he's been handicapped with approximately 75% of his arms left because some hobo cut it off and ate it. I got a little mad... let's just say the favor was returned.