The Lone Survivor

So, where should we start in this story? Let me think... When I was born... no, My child hood, nah.... Aha! We should start when the day I turned fifteen, the day where it started.

October 2nd, 2123. Liams Fifteenth Birthday

It was a cold winter day. Yes before you say that "October isn't in the winter season" lets say that the Nuclear Winter lasted longer than people said it would. I woke up to a colorless world, if I knew what color looked like. I rose from my bed and put my feet on the cold floor.

"Dawn? Great another day that we have to live through this Hell." I said out loud.

I got up and stretched my back that made a few satisfying pops. I walked over to my bathroom that luckily my great grandfather was a Nuclear War prepared guy and it had a water filter. I washed my face after another nightmare about fighting a horde of zombies and always dying by a strange anomaly. I have had this nightmare many times ever since my tenth birthday, if not every night. I looked at my mirror, I looked like crap... I had pale white skin, buzzed-cut dark brown hair and brown eye's. I was about 6 feet then. After, I walked over to my closet and got my pair of grey colored cargo pants and a white t-shirt, then put on a pair of wool socks and my black military boots. Then opened my door and walked down the stairs.

"Good morning honey" My mother called out.

"привет (Hello)" I responded.

"I see that you have been working on your Russian." She said as I sat down at the table.

"Да!(Yes), I have been a lot recently, I have nothing better to do" I said.

She was cooking bacon and eggs. How did I have those? Easy, they were frozen under -50 degrees, but they taste like crap! The only thing I have ever eaten that had a flavor to it was a chocolate bar when I was eight years old. She walked over to the table I was sitting at and gave me a plate full of eggs and 2 things of bacon. I quickly ate up do to I wanted to see what was in the bunker that my great grandfather had built under the house, I was finally old enough to see.

"You're hungry aren't you?" My mother asked me.

"Eeyup" I replied.

There was shifting up stairs and footsteps on the stairs, (hey that rhymed) then my father Steve came down the stairs. I should tell you what they looked like. My mom was 41 years old with brown hair and hazel eyes, her name was Mischa. She wore a t-shirt with blue jeans while my dad was 53 and had black/white hair and a beard with green eyes. He wore a gray jacket with a long sleeve shirt and blue jeans, but they looked no younger than 30-40.

"Доброе утро, папа" I said.

"Good morning son" he replied. "Get a good nights rest?"

"нет, I have the same dream every night."

"Well, hopefully it will go away soon."

"Yea, I Hope."

He sat down to eat with us. We usually talked here and again once in a while but some reason not right now. So I tried to bring up a conversation.

"So, how have things in town been ever since you installed that water filter?" I asked my mom

"Well, everything has been a lot better, no ones getting sick as often." she replied.

"You don't see the Watchers complaining." My dad cut in.

"Those mutated freaks? I am surprised that they haven't attacked the town!" I interjected.

"They haven't because of that barbed wire and the guards. They are too afraid to attack the town." He said.

We shared a laugh.

"True, but 's not the watchers I am worried about it's bandits and raiders." I said.

"Yea, but we haven't seen them in a while. They probably died in the cold." He replied.

I hope you are right farther, I hope you are right.

*knock, knock, knock*

"I wonder who that could be?" I asked.

"I'll go check." replied my father.

He walked over to the door and looked through the little hole in it to see outside.

"Mischa! Get Liam down to the shelter!" yelled my father.

I was grabbed and taken to the living room. What is going on? I thought, bandits? My mom lifted the rug where the trap door was. She opened it by unlocking the lock it had. The actual door was made out of metal not the wood I saw.

"Get in!" she said.

"What about you two?" I asked.

"Don't worry about me and your father, we will be fine." she replied as she kissed me on the forehead.

I climbed down the metal ladder that the bunker had, I also had the key.God helps us!

5 mins later...

I was finally able to get the camera working in the living room, what I say shocked me. Alex, a close friend to us was there with a pistol in his hand. My mom and dad were tied up in chairs and blood was coming out of my dads forehead.

"Now I won't ask again, where is your child" Alex asked.

"..." My dad stayed silent as well as my mom.

Alex slapped my mom which made my dad and I growl like wolves. He laughed at it before he shot my dad in the head, grey matter went all over the wall, I nearly vomited and started to cry. Then he turned to my mom. I swear you little fucker I will kill you if... To Late. He shot my mom in the Heart, THE HEART! I felt the pain of it in mine too. I saw as her lifeless body fell to the ground with a *thud*.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I yelled, but do to the bunker was soundproof the didn't hear it.

He laughed as he spit on my mother's lifeless body. That day I swore that the next time I met him I would rip out his heart and feed it to a Pseudodog.