CHAPTER 1: Travis McReary

My name is Travis Mcreary. I am 21. I work as a mercenary. I am very good with weapons. To my name, I own a Hunting Rifle and only a few bullets. I am very proud of myself for obtaining these, having such a low paying job. When I'm not sitting out freezing my ass off, I am heavy drinker and am highly addicted to Phsyco. But i'm not allowed in the local fight club because of this. I have tried to quit both of these several times, but just can't. Hmmph. I havent described how I look. I am tall, thin, but athletic, muscular. Buzzed dirty blonde hair. When on duty I wear some old leather armor and leggings, fingerless gloves, and combat boots. When off duty, old dirty leather jacket, ripped jeans, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. I was off duty at the moment, laying on my "bed", a pile of dirty sheets and couch cushions. It was about noon, and i had drinken quite alot, so i was beginning to doze off when I heard a loud BOOM coming from somewhere within the town. I quickly hopped up and opened my small door and stepped outside. In the distant i could see the town general store, up in flames, and slowly walking down the hill in the distance, several men in heavy armor, some holding large missile launchers, others assault rifles. I heard worried screams in every direction. Thats when the men launched the other missiles. One missle hit the saloon, two buildings away from my house, causing a chain reaction, destroying my house and the one next to mine. I flew forward, hitting another building. I fainted as i heard explosions and screams.