Chapter 1: Why Am I Here
I just stood there, looking in disbelief. I looked at my parent's two corpses as the life seemed to leave their bodies. I was now alone. I must now fend for myself. Being homeless does not help the situation at all.
That night was just as any other, my parents would sneak into trash cans or through back doors of restaurants to get an food they could. But tonight, they made a horrible decision. They chose to take a chance and steal a few buns and some beef patties as well as some cheese and tomatoes from a Wendy's. Someone saw them and must have told the manager. Gunshots were soon heard coming from inside the store. I was just outside the backdoor so I quickly ran away before the manager with the gun could come out and shoot me too. I ended up hiding behind the dumpster, which had a wooden fence surrounding it. I was laying flat behind it, blocking out the stench as I thought about my now dead parents.
A cop soon came into the fence enclosure. I held my breath and slowly got into a crouched position. I had my back pressed against the dumpster, the cop came around the corner. I saw him before he saw me. I quickly had him in a headlock and after about three or four seconds, I snapped his neck. I checked his pockets and holster and found a Glock 35 pistol. I grabbed it and climbed over the backside of the fence and ran back to the abandoned hotel where we had been staying. I went to one of the first floor rooms and threw my new gun on the mattress on the floor.
"Is this it? Why am I hear? Why didn't I stay and die with my parents? I'm just going to die anyway." I paused. "I shouldn't think like that! Is it what my parents would want me to do? No! I'm surviving as long as I can."
My mind was made. I would survive until I was physically unable to stand. I laid down on the mattress and laid there for what felt like an eternity before falling asleep.
I could not sleep much all night. I kept waking up and going back to sleep on and on and on. I eventually gave up on sleeping. The sun was not even beginning to come up, so I knew it was early. I just sat on the mattress, no doing anything, just sitting.
Out of nowhere I heard the front doors break open, as if someone had broken in. Someone did. I quickly sneaked out of the room and down the hall. I peaked around the corner to see what it was. It was the police! They came with some guys dressed in suites; they must have worked for the government or some type of agency. I knew I was done for. I went back to my room, grabbed the gun, and went towards the other end of the hall. I wanted to create as much space between me and the cops as possible. In a matter of minutes, they were in he hall. I was in a doorway so they did not see me instantly. Without hesitation, I opened fire. Within two or three seconds we were in a shootout. Because my pistol had only ten shots, the shootout did not last long. Once it was over, the cops came up and tackled me and put cuffs on me. One of the guys in suits came and told me that I would be the next subject in a classified nuclear test by the U.S. government. I asked what it was but the reply was always "It's classified". A mask was put on my face as I was placed in a black van.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see soon kid."