Everything was gone in a blink of an eye. Only a few survivors remained, including you: A child. Despite your young age, you had to survive despite the little knowledge you had of survival skills, they don't mainly teach that in school now.

You searched for months, looking for supplies to create a small shelter for yourself while also trying to find food and water. It was like a ghost town, everything was gone and the food you found was never enough, you were skin and bones before your shelter was completed.

While you were searching once again, your physical condition couldn’t take on anymore and you collapsed onto the dried dirt. You lay there for hours until you were arisen by a man. The brightness of the sun stung your tired eyes, blinding your vision for a second before your eyes focused on the man in front of you. Your fight or flight instinct rose throughout your veins and you chose flight, you were in no condition to fight an armed man, a terrorist.

Which you did, yet he was faster than you, he grabbed your arm to prevent you from running any further and squatted down in front of you to allow him to look less intimidating than he already is. “Kid, you’re in no condition to be running off, let me help you,” he offered. This was one thing he enjoyed, manipulating children and take the advantage to turn them into weapons of his own.

You were too young to understand his tactics and he knew that, so he emphasized. “I can provide you safety, water, and food. As long as medical attention as long as you trust me,” he even had the most thoughtful idea to pull off a fake smile. A smile that didn’t belong on a face like his, it felt more as a mask that hid his true expression and intentions.