Life had been tough for you growing up. Your family was poor. Both of  your parents had drug problems, your mother had more children than she  could even begin to support. You had three other siblings, two younger  and one older. In 2009, right before the world went to shit, you were  living where you had been your whole life - a few miles outside of  Atlanta, Georgia in bumble-fuck. You grew up moving from different  one-bedroom apartments to trailer parks, always in the ghetto or  projects.
                              When you were twenty-six you had managed to move out to  attend college, and you were actually doing good for a year or two...  Until your mother got pregnant once again, by a man other than your  father, and you had to move back home to take care of the baby. Fast  forward four more years and your mother had yet another child, making  her fourth, before deciding that she didn't want any responsibilities  and left all five of you in the middle of the night - never looking  back.
                              When your raging alcoholic father began using cocaine and  becoming abusive, you decided that you needed to get your brother and  sister out of there. Your older brother was no help, only caring about  himself. He had no desire to move out of the trailer that your father  lived in because he didn't want to have to get a job.
                              So when you  turned twenty-eight you finally managed to find a place for yourself and  your younger siblings to live. You packed up your few belongings and  moved out within a day, not giving your father or brother your new  address. It was only a short bus ride away from his "house," but it  didn't matter to you so long as you guys were out from under his roof.  You got welfare and other support from the government, as well as  receiving full legal custody of your younger siblings - something that  you figured would've been easier given the circumstances - however they  felt that you did not make enough money to support two children. This  was completely true, but there was no way they were going into the  system, and you eventually convinced the judge.
                              You not only had  to worry about your father finding out where you moved, supporting the  kids, finding a trustworthy babysitter so that you could work, get them  into school - but you also had to be prepared for random visits from CPS  to make sure that they were being taken care of and your apartment was  acceptable.
                              And that was how you ended up meeting the Dixon  brothers. You saw them around from time to time shortly after moving  into your new place, but you kept a distance from them. The older one  specifically, seemed just like your father.
                              After about six months  living there, you finally had a conversation with them. You were  bringing in groceries, Cole and Nina playing in the dead grass  outside the front porch as you did so. It was your only day off from  work, so you had a lot to get done. Cole entertained his baby sister  while you put away the groceries and gathered supplies to clean up the  used car you had just bought. It was a junker, but it was all that you  could afford.
                              You heard a male voice that you did not recognize  coming from outside so you hastily made your way back outside to check  on the children. Your neighbor - the older one - was sitting on his own  porch steps - beer in hand - talking to your brother about bears in the  woods. You lived right up against the woods, your tiny house only a  handful of yards from where it began - the last thing you wanted was for  them to be afraid of monsters or bears in the woods.
                              You were  about to speak up when the man took notice of you and let out a wolf  whistle. "Damn! I ain't seen you around!" He exclaimed dramatically,  standing up from where he was sat, heading over to your yard. You got a  good look at him as he staggered closer - reminding you so much of your  father and brother. He was dressed in black cargo pants and a white  faded wife-beater. His muscular arms were exposed, covered in sweat and  dirt as if he hadn't showered in days. He had short grey hair and  couldn't have been more than five or six inches taller than you.
                                      
                                   
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