Prologue
2020… that was the year that a Rogue group of Assassins decided to launch nuclear warheads onto American soil. It was perfectly planned. After signing a world peace treaty, everyone was finally relaxed. No one saw it coming. I was five years old when the first neuk hit washington D.C. I was five when I was told by my mother and father to run and never look back. But I did. I saw two men dressed in silver shoot both my parents in the back as they tried to run and hide my brother and sister. My brother Bowie had ran like lightning past me. Into the woods that circled our house. As I ran behind him I screamed for my sister to follow. She was only two when they hit her in the back if the head with a lamp, ending her life.