My name is James; I grew up in a decomposing apartment complex a little while out from the Super Duper Mart outside of DC. At the age of 19 the apartment complex was raided by bandits, fire, gunshots, screams of women and children, I was able to grab a backpack that I always had ready in case this happened as well as a double barrel shotgun that I had only ever used to keep mole rats away. I escaped the burning apartment complex while being able to save five others, a woman and her child, a man with a gunshot wound to his thigh, another man armed with a 10mm pistol accompanied with burns from a flamer down the left half of his body, and then my longtime friend Mark Wilson. We all scurried to some ruins that were near the Super Duper Mart as a way of trying to "hide in plain sight."
This technique lasted for about a day and a half when the raiders saw the child and shot him in head, the mothers scream triggered an all-out charge by the raiders who doped out on jet and psycho felt nothing, both physical and emotionally. They hit the woman so hard with a bat that you could hear her skull crack a mile away. The injured man was the next to fall since due to his injured leg he was unable to keep up with us as we fled, they beat him to death and there was nothing we could do about it, there were to many for us three to fight so we just ran. Several gave chase farther than the others did, 6 to be exact.
This was the first time I took a human life, if you would consider a junkie murderer rapist a human that is. We ran far from the Super Duper Mart, completely out of sight of it but those six continued to give chase, I felt as if my lungs were going to burst and I had enough of running. I turned around and planted my hills into the dirt and pulled the trigger. The first barrel let out a hurl of pellets tearing through the closest raider's skull; he crumbled and rolled lifelessly in the dirt. The burned man must have had the same idea and began firing his pistol two more bodies hit the dirt. The final three were closing the gap between us, so I fired again, hitting one in the chest only a few feet away from myself. The final two were on top of us now, literally, after I killed the fourth raider one of his buddies jumped on top of me. My emptied shotgun was the only barrier I had between me and death. *Thwack* was the sound I heard before blood began to pour onto my face. Mark had hit the raider in the back of the head with a hammer the same time that our partially burned accomplice finished off the last one. We all breathed a sigh of relief as we headed towards the town of Megaton.