prologue:

I walked into my room filled with books.I put some extra clothes in and and looked to my left on my nightstand,there sat a picture of my grandma. I looked at it with great grief.

My eyes started to tear up,I held the picture for awhile,thinking of all the amazing memories and then i put it on top of my clothes then i ziped up my old,stained,rusted looking suitcase.I wheeled my suitcase out to the kitchen,the one that used to be modern now splattered with blood.I opened the garage,same squeak as always. I slowly and anxiously pulled the chain waiting to see what was there...nothing but boxes and dust, i grabbed my shotgun then opened the garage ,i went back through the crickedy door and got my suitcase.I was looking at the house one more time ,when the walkie talkie went "dylan, come in dylan." I looked around startled then laughed at myself ,then picked up the walkie talkie and sayed "In" I heard back "pack up we are leaving" I said "one step ahead of you" I looked out into the driveway , sighed i saw a navy blue catilac then Ryla stepped into the garadge with her arms crossed, leaning a little due to the heavy red and grey backpack she was carrying, and said "ready"?