Iv'e been searching. Going camp to camp trying to find him. Every camp I went to, I stayed for a while but sooner or later something went wrong. Either they got over-run or they just fell apart. Either way, I didn't stay.
I was walking up to a camp that I saw in the distance. As I approched them, I observed. There were a few men, four or five maybe, and two women. They all starred at me as if they have never seen another human before. Who could blame them. Seeing another person outside of your group was very uncommon now a days.
As I came closer, I looked at the women. I saw fear in their eyes. I stopped. There was a bad vibe comming from these people. I turned to run but it was too late. Two of the men grabbed me from behind and pulled me back. I fought to break free from their hold but they threw me down onto the cold ground.
One of the men pushed his way to me and got on top of me. I could hear the women, who sounded a lot older then they looked, scream. They didn't want the same thing that happened to them to happen to me. All of a sudden their screams stopped. I had a quick chance to look at them. The women had fallen to the ground. Two more men were standing were the women were once standing. The men had knives in their hands with blood dripping from them. The women were dead.
The men who were by their bodies began to walk towards me. Four of them were standing over me as the other one, who was much more muscular then the others and had brown hair, was on top. He tried to rip my shirt off. I screamed and begged for mercy. He stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes. He spoke. His voice was crisp and very low. "There is no such thing as mercy anymore." The sad thing was, he was right. In this world mercy was a forgotten concept.
They turned me over so that I was lying on my stomach and began to take of my pants. I was about given up when I heard a bang. The man who was on top of me fell back. There were more shots and the men all fell around me. I covered my head to try to protect myself.
When the shots stopped, the men were all on the ground.
A man was now approching me. I was too week to run or stand even but for some reason, I didn't want to. This felt right as if it were meant to happen. I layed there waiting for him to reach me.
When he was two feet in front of me, he stopped. I looked at him. He was tall and it looked like he hadn't shaven in months. His shirt was dirty and he was pouring sweat. He held his gun in his right hand. He looked down at me and asked, "Are you alright?" I didn't answer. I just kept looking into his eyes which were a perfect shade of blue. Then it all went black.
