Chapter 1:

I awoke to the unpleasant sound of bullets hitting concrete. I run into my parents room shouting curses, and then I remember that they are on holiday in L.A for the weekend . "Damn" I mutter under my breath. The bullets seem to get closer and closer, I sprint into my kitchen and grab some food and water. I then run in the direction of the garage, grabbing my cellphone on the way. Heart racing, I quickly unhook the latch and pull down the steps, I then rush up inside the dusty attic. I hear my front door being kicked open and people storming into my house. After five long intense minutes I hear a brief "It's empty, Lets set up camp here". "Shit" I whisper. I decide to look around my garage, all I find is a bunch of old furniture and my dads old shotgun. After scavenging around I manage to find a box of shotgun shells. My dad taught me to shoot when I was 13, We used to go hunting for wild deer and ducks. I decide to drag some of the old furniture above the hatch, In case the soldiers find it. Later that day I grab something to eat and a drink. I then decide to go to bed. Later that night, I am awoken by a sound coming from the corner of the attic. It turns out to be my cat. I grab my cat and go back to sleep, Unaware of the dangers that are coming the next day.