My mother was a great woman she died last week, a couple weeks before that I lost my father. A month before that I lost my home, Militarized men pushed through to protect us, well they tried. I seen men get ripped apart by them monsters, limb from limb. after our town fell into flames and ashes, my father took his family into his own hands. Me and my father would shoot monsters as we fled into the woods. A few days go by of old family camping, anything to get the bloody murders off our mind even if it was just for a few days. We reached a town that was a safe zone, we heard they're broadcast over the radio. When we reached the town we were greeted by very armed men. scares all over they're faces and every inch of they're bodies was covered in mud. One man that seems to be the leader, pulls a pistel out and hits my father over the head with it. He took our stuff and through me on the ground and he told me "watch this kid" without a flinch or any hesitation he puts the gun my fathers head and shoots. his blood covered me, my mother falls to the ground crying. I get up too fight the almost invincible men but then my mother took me by the hand and ran as far and as fast as we could go. we kept moving but one night in the woods, we got surrounded by them monsters. Me and my mother tried to fight them off but there was too many. She died in front of me. the only reason why i'm alive is because they were too busy eating her to worry about me. I met a man yesterday and now just like brothers, we move to the north.