Chapter 1; safe haven

I scuff my brown boots on the road while I walk. As I do this, I kick a pebble, forming some type of entertainment.

I hear a grumbling noise come from my stomach, I'm hungry.

I sit down in the middle of the road, and take off my backpack. I look at it's contents; an apple, three pieces of bread, a water bottle, two knives, a gun, a towel, a t-shirt, and shorts. I rolled my eyes at my pathatic stash, and grabbed a piece of bread. I lay down, and look at the sky, and think,

What am I doing? Running around, for nothing. I have no one, no one to talk to, to hold. All I do is run around and pretend I care about my life. Maybe I should--

Headlights snap me out of my thoughts. I jolt up, and to my suprise, see people in a car. The car halts to a stop and five people get out. "Drop your weapons, and put your hands up," A man with a beard says.

I put my backpack in front of me, take my knife from my pocket, and my gun from it's holster, and put my arms in the air.

"That's it," I repl