The End

The US citizens over threw the government 7 years ago. I was 12 when it happened. People started stealing, murdering, torturing other people. My mom, Dad, and I went off on our own to find shelter. We lasted a few months in an under ground bunker until a group of men found us. My Mom died protecting me and my Dad, we escaped. For the next year my Dad trained me to fight. We found a group of people in an old abandoned prison that took us in. Three years later my Dad left to get food, but never returned. To this day I still don't know what happened to him, and that happened three years ago. Since that day I had no family, but the group we joined treated me like one. I appreciated it, but I felt more like a weapon than family. They use me as a killing machine. I train everyday, and I am just as strong as the strongest men we have, but I'm better than any of them, I always get used to kill because I have barely any emotions. I am a machine. Until I met her.