I woke up to a loud crash causing me to jolt up looking around a stray dog had wondered into my small room that I had discovered in a destroyed building I kicked my legs over the bed and layed my head in my hands. It was the day the anniversary of my family's death about 6 years ago my family was murdered by the government my Mother, Father, and younger brother who was just 5, I had been out searching for food for my family when I heard screams in the distance I had only wandered about 40 feet from my house so it was close I ran back home when I saw the trucks. They were government property I ducked and hid behind a stranded car as I watched my mother dragged from  the house her hands tied with a rope the man through her to the ground my father Next then my brother, they were told to get on there knees as they obeyed I was going to get up my father had given me a gun which was in my backpack and I had a knife on my hip when a man pulled a gun and aimed it at my fathers head my eyes widdened it terror the gun went off . I looked up from my hands I was in my room I had felt a tear run down my cheek as I wiped it quickly I clumsily walked over to the suitcase that was near my bed grabbed blue jeans a black shirt, I slipped on my combat boots as I glanced around. "SPOTY!" I called looking around for my dog I had found him about a year ago he was abandoned, so I helped him he was a small black and white husky he was just a puppy. When spoty wandered from under my bed I kneeled down lightly brushing him with my hand he wagged  his tail I smilled I don't smile much what was there to smile for? I grabbed my brown leather jacket off of the stool near a desk and slipped it on I whistled for spoty to fall me he ran to me I walked down the hall which was also destroyed a cabinet had fallen in the way I hopped over it helping spoty over I walked out of the building. On the anniversary of my parents death I go back to our home and leave just one rose on the foot of the grave I had made for them myself there bodies weren't there because the government despised of them but it felt like they were. I was walking  down the rode glancing around just to be sure no one was around as I wandered down the rode I heard a movement causing me to stop I kneeled down to spoty petting his head gently "stay..." I said and began to walk toward the sound when a man came out he was dirty looked like he hadn't shaved it a year I stopped he gave me a evil grin "what are you doing out here alone?" He said stepping closer I stepped back "I don't mean no harm I'll be on my way" I said and whistled for spoty to follow "that's a nice dog you got there mind if I take him off your hands food is scarce around here" he said I stepped in front of him "he's not up for takens...and sure ain't food" I said he grabbed the coller of my leather jacket punching me in the face causing me to stumble back he ran for the pup I lunged forward jumping on the man punching him multiple times when he grabbed a near by rock slamming it to my head I fell over and felt dizzy I got to my feet he went to grab spoty i pulled my gun aiming it the man looked at me and went to pull his throwing knife when I shot him straight in the head he was dead.